hearts, souls
swinging in the air
searching, endlessly
for a pair
or a repair
to mend their broken wings
gained in the battle of love
most wounding and mortal
most desirable
and disarming battle
like a wide sea portrait
the hearts show nothing
but desperate affection
which tries to reach the shore
for security and safety
deceiving feelings
that lock out all truths
and all lies
encouraging a nonsense
riding in the rain
locking up beauty
in an irreplaceable time
where dreams lie steady
where the heart remains unwritten
as a moon whisper.