Drops Of Red (circa 1996)

...for what is this life
      without the hands
      that cradled my heart
      away from the madness
      of the outside world?
   what is the use of dreaming
      only to wake up
      and find that i'm alone
      groping in the dark?
   what is a morning for?
      reminiscing a lost love
      that we shared
      the previous nights?
ahhh...
   what is this life
      without you?
nothing...
   just a clear white parchment
      with drops of red.