leafing through the dusty pages of our beginnings
i more than ever
sensed your infinite sadness
searching through empty halls
running the paths among falling leaves
your face scratched
your hands empty
and your dark eyes turning darker with the tides

i sensed more than ever
your infinite loneliness
that you keep searching for more
instead of less
screaming and reaching out
empty handed
in your head
you have a family of kings
and your mother makes you supper
the evening colors enveloping you warmly
 

it isn't all a dream
will you ever know?