You must be love
Thrown down and above 
I waited with time 
To be made your prime

When will dreams return
With colours you run?
Have you eaten hearts 
Beating and turning like bats?

Are you the lost face 
That fetched the blown lace 
And raised huge contours 
To break golden light, colours?

Few may know what love is 
And when subtly she goes amiss 
Like the sun drowning in storm
Torn and blown without form 

I will be waiting for love 
With dreams affirmed above
You will return here 
To clean each and every tear.