Fruit flies on my Shadow

O my impassioned soul

bursting with the unrequited

could but a thousand monologues

castigate you to submission

You eloquent beast

with the substandard heart

with tempered seams

Come to me to dwell

and steal into the night

my clouds have gone whiter

unpainted by a palette

choke, choke, choked with colors

No more space in the vibrant

hue for the trusting

hue for pure

and naive at heart

My path to your road

my map to your home

ends at the twilight

where dreams come to end

where dreamers awaken

where souls come to meet

only to part again.