Now that what is lost falls

 Now that what is lost falls. The flakes are deformed at the mouth of the stream. Bring traces of water. Disfigured liquid. Look face to face. On the other side of the surf rides wave after wave of pain. For you always; but sometimes. Infinite. How my dreams are born from you. My strangers. Their heads. Your arms. The looting of leaves. Agree with the wait. You escape from threats. You walk away and feel. Where do you hide? Always breeze. Of leaves accompanied. With yellow defeat. Color of birds dreaming. When moments of love pose.