Keep calling me!
Sweet is your voice.
It is the green
Growing beyond the companionship of sorrow.
In the scopes of this silent era
I am lonelier than a song issuing
from the lane of perception.
Come, let me tell you about my infinite loneliness.
It could never have foreseen this incursion of your shape.
Such is the nature of love.
Friday, December 30, 2011