Lost...

"The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


The night breeze passes,
a single soul,
a breath of wanting,
to make me whole.

The look you give me,
lost in thick air,
now holds your longing,
that once was there.

A spark may light up,
this cigarette,
not this burning desire,
i can't forget.

To dance through time,
to lose the hue,
I now stand here alone,
alone with you.

And we are lost...



(Channeling & inspired by Miss Edie Sedgwick...)