Will money over love me
so fiercely that not the winds
nor the storms nor the periled terrains
could ever keep me from its kiss?
Will my gold and silver entrance me
with eyes so mysterious
that the night turns to morning
as I gaze to unravel their riddle?
Can empty skies call my name
with a voice of a thousand lifetimes
lost in love, grown to know a soul
whose soul is lost without it?
If oceans spread and I am left
clinging to desperation’s cruel invention,
lost at sea as a breath in the wind,
I long for the kiss for my kiss,
the eyes for my eyes,
the voice for my voice.
I long for you.