Wanderer

roaming,

roaming away from the wastelands

where our love used to reside

up-down,

my feet move upwards-downwards;

at a quick pace

a life on the run

revitalizes a life without you,

it acts as a distraction.

the memories of your soul defuse my ability to stand still.

At night, glimpses of our ancient connection remain in my dreams

Quicksand

the urging intensifies at night; forcefully pulling me back in; like quicksand

"pull me in, breathe me in, consume my heart" - i hear the haunting whispers..