I need to rest my anguish for a while on the tender memories of your presence. Attend to the world my half krnsa while your twin goes to the land of wonder.
Even my sleep is nothing but a sentinel to your call.
Sweet anguish that builds intolerable in a moment
The anguish of the separation of the coming days rest heavy on rest. It shall pass soon but now as dusk approaches, my visage of dusk, I miss you with a thumping emptiness.
kalpaean 