Where reality crumbles at our feet,

Where beliefs,

Are the manifestations of our imagination,

This feeling,

Will be the only truth…

When too much knowledge begins to make you doubt,

When the facts begin to lie,

And beliefs begin to die,

It will be time,

And so,so long creativity,it was fun while it lasted,

So long enthusiasm,

So long the rage to live

To me here is where I stop,

I have found my will to laughter,

You will not break me apart with your wants,

Maybe not yet,

My flesh will feed when it is time,

My soul will love when it can.

Before I loved pins and pointed pencils,

Before you,before ice and cold stones

I believed in the magic of desires

How could I not?

You talked to the breeze as if you knew her,

And to the birds as if they were your friends,

The wind is the soul of the sky ,you said

And you could hear her whispers…in a godly language,

Urging you on…

You made me believe

It was a small world

Where people only come and go

And no one ever really dies…

I remember we played,

“Hold your breath” in the water

Though it showed in your eyes,

That for you,it was more than a desire,

Perhaps you loved the feeling too much

Perhaps the water loved you back,hugged you,held you in a tight embrace,

Made you feel at home…

I love to draw now, mostly with sticks,

Slender ones,

I still draw pictures of you,on this lovely brown canvas of mine,

So lovely it drips red ink each time I draw…