Myself

Love is like the wind, powerful yet unseen - like faith in God. 

I lay and I wonder - I feel the rain, wait for the thunder - feeling rain yet... Why am I untouched? 

Time passes like the wind and the love - powerful yet invisible - like hope like despair - intangible in life. 

My love is my solitude and precious is my time. time falls through like the water onto the rocks - filling all the cracks and leaving its marks. Holes in the rocks, holes in time - we can never get back