O, distant life, demanding more attention,
Abandon me, so I may see my dear.
And take with thee the ever granted tension
And make the irksome troubles disappear.
God, cleanse my mind of thoughts it often sees
And let it rest, in the embrace of void.
Erase the letters, numbers and degrees--
The company by which I am employed.
Instead, allow me to imagine that Iím warm
And undisturbed by fierce and brute December
And let the vacuum of my mind take on her form,
With which informed, my mind shall remember.
Into the vacant thought, when thought does part,
Iíll pour her spirit from the abyss of my heart
I fell in love and kept on falling