No ne se n se.

of silence tense

to your  ...mischievous kind
of play.....

Insanity glimpses 

on dry leaves
.. sounds of songs to your steps

like sun upon.. ..you

on days of falling heart
wondering

if i were a star
in this picture of your disappointment 

Of your inner juice to taste
Untouched in need of wants and desires

I walk  passed you 
as water flows within your wetness of dreams