I Don't Write; I Kiss the Breeze and Brush the Words on the Wind

Without you, forevermore Im homeless at homeSoft hands reach to touchHard feelings dissolve in theRain, her eyes part the sky, theTaste of truth on lips sealed withA kiss, palms pressed against thePartition, touch me once and IllRise up from the past to ravishAll your dreams again todayHe gave us the world, but everything just wasnt enough