lonely, in darkness I roamed
before I could, before the light
words never arrive, as the shores
as
the winds, as the sounds-calms
salt upon our noses, better than sand
far away, you waved and smiled, sister...
how
fragile, how should I save us ? Besides
the rain, I looked and locked away
behind, darkness, I roamed
and roamed, better
goes our whispers, shortened, by ashes
