You have left this world,
But not our minds.
Nor our hearts
Where we can find
...
Here I lie,
Staring at the sky.
Wishing I could sprout wings
And go there.
...
As night comes to pass
over my home, my land,
I find myself here,
Alone I stand.
...
Written 6/9/07
Sharp,
Swift as a horse.
...
Wandering through my days,
I long for something else.
Be it love? Freedom?
Tis self-fulfillment
...