i have no name

i am standing here wating for the sun to rise
the cold from the night has crypt into my very self and left behind the harsh truth of shadowes that follow me , all is the nothing that i know
what i am , i have question
he watches me from afar, deep in his blues and thoughts, i am aware of him
in my minds eye a fantasy approaches me
he walks towards me and covers my eyes
 i fall to my knees this is not a submission
this is what it is not ; he will never get that close
he sees me for what i am unapproachable
a distant unforgiving person
in his voyeuristic view, are eyes meet
this is not the romantic notion of sentimentality; this is cold , as he knows the purpose of one another
only the night covers his intention
he takes me by surprise as he is next to me
his hand touches mine, a brish of fate he whisper words to me that only i can comprehend
i put my hands up to touch his face
he opens his palm and touches my forhead his fingers play lighly with my hair
he kisses me deeply and with a passion
when i am near him i feel naked as if my soul was exposed
when he says my name, i fall into the bliss only he can repeat such a common and make it sound so beautiful
for so long i havehad no name
when the sky growes dark and the moon plays her end song i think of him and the distant that he keeps
this makes me want him all the more 


carrie ann kawa     7/06