Little is ever touched, of a warmth
a kiss forgotten by winds, down
on the eyes once met, by the
night
of a passing star, just once kissed
for the small touch, the sight once there
shall never
be, how I enjoyed fooling
young once, dreams of a soul mistaken
dreams never touched, soured by the sun
I
still miss the night, by the winds
by chances, and awkard opportunities
How I miss the dream, that small
kiss
rendered by risks, talent wasted
Tell her the forgotten whisper and never
raise the head
of the dead, for dreams are his
be, just the same, eyes towards the stars, just, pass.
