Remainder

The impermanence of feelings

Has taken me to a place

Where everything is nothing

And time is just a thought.

I am made of salt

And if rain ever falls

I will melt through your fingers

Like I do upon your touch.

You are a whisper in the wind

And will be carried away
To my fertile land of pleasure
That unfolds for us to stay.

Hear the cry of a crisp river

Never ending, deep and clear.

Hear it coming down the mountain

Is it the song of your heart?

Emptiness can fill this space;

Then nothing would be missing.

I may never learn to close my eyes

To prevent you from seeing my inside.

Well, if I could only tell

Why air is underestimated,

I will think at every breathe I take

And in my thoughts I’ll suffocate.