A note in soft focus consumes the air,
A pulse from within soothes the pain,
The echoes of an empty refuge for the lost,
An abstract hope melted into the webs of an old law.
Warmth pervading my skin, internal heating,
Internal longing that dies a thousand deaths
In sense. Shadows only left from fireworks,
Fear of darkness, confronted unwillingly,
Basking in the maze of lights I see only you,
Urges to be held only in your sunrise
I taste my heart and its instincts for the greater fate. One feather for
Every dream, plooms carried away by the wind.
