LETTERS WITHOUT PROMISES
Each had crept inside the other ones dreams
As crossroads of time intersected their world
Where a chess game of words wove colorful themes
They unraveled their thoughts one on one
While sitting in the shrine of a quiet afternoon
Watching the hours slide into patches of warm sun
Lives that had been woven by yesterday's hand
To forever dwell in a fabricated time
Of rose petals falling on snow white sand
Echoes tracing copies of one another's face
While carving letters without promises
Presenting effigies in a world without a place
