To All of Them

For you are more beautiful in the dark,
the eyes of Heaven bear witness
the heat of the heart beating every nerve,
the scorching sun,
feels like winter...
lifeless.

But the air is wet, dampened with your moist breath,
and I wish to soak in drops or your dew.
Then again...time awaits for my return,
let me search the soul within me
lest I find the questions I have the answers to.
In the end its always about me.