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How I yearn to hear your voice again,
it's beauty ethereal like ochre's dawn silk
sweet like honey, ever cleansing like rain,
breathtaking like the moon's pale wane;

I want to see you, feel your majesty and
new found glory, your essence, your force
I want to seek out your companionship
and hold in no further remorse.

Oh, how I will revel in my words!

My strength, it fleets me, carried on troubled wings flying
north, now no more burdens, no doubts or denying;
I will stay my insatiable wants and quell my desires
I will quench the thirst that ignites my passion's fires.

There's no need now to dress up my words,
imply hidden meanings and talk behind prose;
no need to seek dominion in herds of men,
no need to paint images that I can't understand.

I couldn't save you.

Your sun can set on the horizon without me,
Winter's frigid embrace can caress your skin;
all your monsoons can extinguish the ochre's rays,
yet my thoughts are filched from my by the howling wind...

They end up with you after drifting thermals for days.

You can lie in sensual comfort with the mistress of night,
you can discover yourself in the revelations of wisdom;
engage yourself in parties which I hold no distress or rights,
and I will enjoy the closing verses of sweet Autumn.

We are still young, and this pain is not yet a distant memory.

My heart yearns, aches for you...longs for you...
but why do I feel like this is a disasterpiece waiting to happen?
Too little time has passed me by to tell what's false or true.

I can wander aimlessly among these streets
trying to find out who I really am, myself
until the time is right again for us to meet
until then, you can pull me off of your shelf.

I am never too far behind you. Remember that.