The burial

 

I can feel you in the ice cold breeze,
Warming me up, little by little.
I can sense you in the dark night,
Filling my world with your light,
I can hold you like the sea shore sand,
Leaving behind just a trace on my hand,
I see you in my cigarette bud,
Flowing just right through my blood.
I can write your name on the ocean waters,
With the waves it flows across the borders.
I can manifest you in the pale wan moon,
Peeking through the thick clouds, hoping to come out soon.
I can bury you in the oceanic bed,
With my vast love for you, covering you dead.