The fastest phase; from loud silence
To the soundless noises.
A tongue-tied; crazy in love indeed,
Everything's forfeited.
What a fool. Walk the crowded hall,
From summer to hopeless fall.
Comfort zone and confession,
Like a wolf howling for the moon.
You're a sunset; indulging the eyes
Until he felt the cries.
You're a train, where seats are empty,
Maybe he just came too early.
He didn't miss. Yet in the midst,
Winds are turning this into dust and mist.
Where sun-like, chasing the playful time,
To be wrapped by your clouds in rhyme....