The wind caresses my hair,
And the rain kisses my closed eyes.
This mouth can’t speak; swallowed words – all dead.
My throat is in knots over this unbearable violence.
I raise my heavy head and look to see above:
An approaching storm will dry my broken tears;
It is stronger than all of these fears.
In reality, our twin flames are bursting into air
Burning by too much love and distorted lies.
Pages of unwritten ink stay forever unseen – unread;
While meaningless dreams are whispered in shadow silence.
My heart is racing towards the safety of your love.
And these deprived voids are filled by your hurting soul,
Your skin against mine and again, for a short time, I feel whole.
reflections of an unquiet mind 