Droplets of the golden rain
fall upon the curves of my face
rolling down into the depths
of my 'emptiness'
My eyes see the ever changing images
my soul searches for the meanings
my senses tell me one thing
but my heart isn’t sure
I feel confused,
I feel refused,
sometimes alone,
some times overflowed with 'love'
My eyes see the light
in spite of shadows creeping up
around me
within me.
Cold breath escapes my mouth.
Freedom is what I (think) want...
