Can you see that blind, innocent wave,
Falling in tramp like blindness,
Of the confused intimacy’s rave?
Touches that bruise,
Leaving a footprint in sands,
That never be replaced!
Taste the challenges of supreme,
Wanting to fulfill one’s desire;
Leaving aside the ends,
Dominating thoughts of the wave…
Sounds that yell.
Intensity does scream,
penetrating in pores of sky;
Humidity becomes smoke.
The silhouette bares the touch.
The truth does quell.
Scenery in loving, of my heart!
Past time of a lost heart,
Lays awake to see the night,
Inside a bloodless soul!! …