Don't search.Let yourself be found.

if I was a dreamI'd want to be yours

consciouslyI misread myselfin youI opened uplike a bookand innocenceturned the pagebut you remainthe book of seven sealsunconsciouslytearing my pages apart

eyes like fairytalesyou don't believe in

Reason off.Heart on.

I turn the pagesand everywhereI read your name

I loved so muchso often, so hardmaybe that's why I feelso all over the place

the last words have been spokenhanging over my head – the sword of Damoclessince the beginning of timeI will keep on weepingover thoughts and over youwandering about all of my roomsyour absence is all around meand the silence is more frighteningthen any sound has been beforetoo much is truth in those words:that wonders are falsehoodand the days are gone, never to return

The paper I write uponis more patient than I will ever beand never worth the thoughtsI let rain upon it.They are too precious for me –and so are you.