Dreaming lovely
Never cared for shadows
Unknown and stars never explored
Un-sustained by passion and overcome with grief.
Lovely drifts and lovely sits,
Upon a trembling leaf
Of glory once diminished upon a raging sea.
Less and less lovely
It waits to find yesterday,
And live now as if it is forever
Simply because lovely is not what love is not
Simple and graceful with soft warm hands.
-J Barajas
A Dead Language 