A silver rose with seventeen petals
Carried by the monsoon wind
Floats on a river wide and blue

And infinite oceans, serene.

Sail, frail hope
And onward go
To unsullied lands
That still are green.

Sweet obsession

Now that you've gone

I miss you

You've left a hole,

A void that I dont care to fill

Not yet

Perhaps you'll return again

And wrench my heart out once more