Poezja

Feverishly anxious the ticking of the clock siezes
Awkward faces glance patiently for her arrival
Dance the path of changes
Whisper in the air
Coming to a complete destination
Eyes tearing; Smiles widen

Innocence of crimson stings  
Mesmerize the heartache wound
Condeming her true nature song 
Uncertain the life of her choosen path 
Redemption the inner struggle 

Finally at a stage in life 
Peace of mind 
As seeking her lovers feature 
In ripple effect 
Coming to be one with herself 
But also one with her lover 
As the ticking of the clock run 
Etenity of life 
Never ending that spiritual movement