To be you , I walked miles thousands,
half - awakened , tracing trails of fainter shadows
broken and left alone , in impotent sands
crossed paths untouched , unwinding maps
to chose wrong routes to being lost away
against cloudless nights and those infinite
vertical distances , crystalline , within my darks.
Soaked in coiled serpentine fate , around my throat
and I could had breathed a little faster
when was you , so close to rush and embrace.
But , here my reminisces lies , webbed all around
to make hazer my transparent distance to yours
Tampered pieces of hourglass refuted to stop awhile
and those moments failed to stay again.
The wait is thirst , the only hope i inhale
clamped to clog , the singular colour left for me.
to paint the universe of mine , my imaginations.
And what I wish is a blinded heart
which cant see transparent distance...
between you
and me....................
