Daze Of the Weak

I carry a picture of you in my soul

I can hear you in my heart.

I have walked between moons

Where are you, heart?

Where are you, soul?

Were you clothed in fire?

Were you wrapped in water?

Were you cloaked in soil?

Where are you?

The sun burns my dreams

The stones cut my path

The streets yawn at your names

The valleys echo my pain

Where are you?

Where are you?

I’ll carry a picture of you in my soul.

April 26, 2003

Vinohrady, Praha

Czech Republic

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