My dreams melt down
so does everything around me
all shapes tend to transmute
No-one ever whisper
and no-one ever has
said "I love you"

I am truly alone
But, as someone said;
Better alone than in bad company
We make no choices
we are mere puppets
- slaves to desire

I'm not breaking down
I'm not falling
But I'm soaring in space
Without direction
with no conclusions
and barely with any hope

On the west side of my pillow
a desert wind sweeping
The mechanics of attraction
the structures of love itself
hidden to the eyes of men
veiled, so we remain hopeful