almost touched

Hyacinth garden

raise my eyes to the skies

feel the loss of control

over miracles.


ecstasy in haunts

that pull me above.

I still feel that woman

like a cyclones turbulence

charts no consideration.

round ancient cadaver that Bohemian moon

long nights by a lagoon

why did her love end so soon.

deep dark spaces now descend

small places, show hard faces not like then

my heart just wants to love again.

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