Stamps

Tattooed in the hearts of men 

Through post cards and broad strokes of letters 

I thought of you today like at any moment 

You cross the miles through my restless mind . 

I’m here in this desert alone . 

No one to call my home . 

No messages and it’s clear 

How I sink my lips on coffee cups 

And unsaid words 

And my heart is sold 

The sign is old 

Can you meet me here ? 

As I walk this road . 

I can’t see in the storm 

In glass cages 

Blindfolded .