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

Without you, forevermore

I'm homeless at home

Soft hands reach to touch

Hard feelings dissolve in the

The rain, her eyes part the sky, the

Taste of truth on lips sealed with

A kiss, palms pressed against the

Partition, touch me once and I'll

Rise up from the past to ravish

All your dreams again today

He gave us the world, but everything just wasn't enough