The movements you made on your way were mere silent ghost glide

The movement that made me loose into your eyes and the heartless ache

The renderness of your heart looking deep within my soul that faints out

The relentless sleep of my head that goess wider than your movements

Your moves are unscented to the aching of my pain within my heart

The slick steps of your creativity against me goes within your reach

Your journey against my will that forbids me to go against your destiny

My movements towards you evade off the scent off my tracks of faith