Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.

There is a strange breeze that flows from the mountains. The breeze is tender yet harsh, sublime yet subtle, and it drifts from place to place in search of a nothingness. I am that breeze and I can't belong to one place or to anyone. I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny.

She asks me silly questions.
Like how much do I love her?
I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

And as you lay in my arms oh woman you looked more beautiful than the moon!

We will join our palms together, fingers intertwined in each other, and look at the stars in the night sky!

The walls in my room know your name. They heard me sigh your name last night!