Wilt

Running away
From a love’s promise
Dried leaves tremble

Rage

Rage in the midnight
The sea forgot the promise
Of a gone moonshine

Counting

Counting the seconds
In stars passing trough
I kept my promise

Grasps

Words’ false prophets
Unveil promises
In search of land

Dimming

On my way to bed
Self-melting into the night
A day’s promises