...Impersonal

...Songs for whom I do not knowe
...maybe for me, maybe for you, maybe not
...I’ll not see what heart entwine these thoughts
...or those that see them naughte
...breathen from my open mouth to reste so gently across your lips
...one summers eve someplace special in a time not yet come

...like a colour not yet borne
...like a day not yet dawn
...like a feeling unfelte
...like a beat of the heart so disjointed
...they will mean all you ever wanted them to