On the Eastern sky
As the evening befalls
In the dusk and the star light
Muted lightening surprises us all
...
I am fine,
To cross all lines
Since you are gone
There are fewer ways
...
I hover above
An Invisible mist
While Fragrance of incense
...
The feeling you have
just before you are about to unshackle all the ties
start planning for life, devoid of lies
where you have time to spend with yourself
...
I love living on the Edge
dangling my feet from the ledge
my little cottage with thatched roof
is certainly sadness proof
...
Masks I wear are not for charade
but to help me
make my life less hard
they save me from, all the hurts
...
I know have to dance today
its the rhythm in my head
that wants me to move
a beat that's so loud
...
Things have changed
so much all around
that I have lost my home
in some unknown town
...
how would you
catalog me
in which shelf
in what part
...