Falling, falling

March 30, 2008

Am I falling into space

am I falling out of this dream

into the nothingness inside me

The future, the past, the present

were dissolving in one kiss

every time

My body softened under your touch

the earth shook

the moon paused its motion

for these moments

They will always be out there

our moments

our traces

When I die

I will be able to see them

When I die

I will remember them

and they will happen again

In a future

a far future

our paths will cross


Some future

some new world

I am sure.