In the Absence of Love
When I look into your eyes and see nothing
but the reflected sky
when I hold your restless hands and feel only
the urge to fly away
When even in your dreams
there is no comfort
I cannot reach you, I cannot
find you, I cannot understand
I hear voices at night
amongst the soft, carnivalistic shadows
I see white doves falling
and metronomes swinging and
I am afraid to wait for you
to watch the world
pass me by
I am afraid of the distance
