who can write
for the time in which
math fullfiled his mind
for those days when
rain shutters the outside
making the house a home
he wanted to marry a woman
who writes
stories and timelines
of spotless minds
of lives from people
whose eyes have never been alive
but that inhabit everyones heart
she wanted to marry a man
that could heal her bliss
because numbers were after letters
to her hands
because she admired his unslept
dark eyes
in old january blue stock
he took the road ahead
away from these seas
away from this land
to find some girl to love
he never knew me
he never read me
