I don't write; I kiss the breeze and Brush the words on the wind: and Brush the words on the wind

“Without you, forevermore I’m homeless at home…” Soft hands reach to touch Hard feelings dissolve in the Rain, her eyes part the sky, the Taste of truth on lips sealed with A kiss, palms pressed against the Partition, touch me once and I’ll Rise up from the past to ravish All your dreams again today “He gave us the world, but everything just wasn’t enough”