It must be. It should be.
It's like an ethereal absence I feel.
Where did it all go? What to do now?
I'm the leaf drifting endlessly - you the breeze.
It's a state of mind I am in.
It has to be. It must be.
My eyes are stranded.
Where do I look? Where do I go?
I am an empty vase at the entrance of your heart.
What must I do? What has to be done?
My tongue is locked.
This has to be. This must be.
It's a state of mine I am in.
I'm the pebble run over with your love.
Sept. 6, 2007
