('cause of) my thoughts ...

cruela

I thought that You're filled with WARMTH
to cure the pain in my sole,
but
You're not, even...
for that sunny hill, your loophole...

I thought that You have STRENGTH
to strangle my part of concern,
but
You have not, even...
for that ego you carry along...

I thought that You have LOVE
to take it
and to give it out,
but
You have not, even...
for this valley, no doubt...

I jagged badly,
You talked rarely,
So,
Wind is what I've been waited for,
You,
Big, sunny wave
to cool,
lighten mine,
Your
Mine
Your SOLE.

Chicago,IL
the beach near Oakdale St.,
August 2008,
dedicated to my Dragon,
my baby