a gentle whisper caresses the night
an erotic perfume hopscotches the breeze
a taste of strawberry on warm fingertips
fear released once bound in darkness
a mumble, half heard sigh
only a dream, a fantasy
a star wish come true
in solitude
sailing upon the quiet
reality is a filament
casting moon glow upon the stage
fractal events cleanse scars
from a heart evolving
wandering a landscape
marked by ruins of trust
bitter sands of hope
an oasis where pity
wallows in pools of dust
forty days
forty nights
for spirit death
making way for a phoenix
rising from cold ashes of truth
on updrafts of hope.....
morning sun fills the room
with cold harsh winters light
pillow smushed beneath graying hair
a taste of the dream still lingers
tantalizing senses long dormant
despite the solitude
despair he once felt has scattered
before the breeze
for somewhere beyond the horizon
he has heard his soul song
an adventure a waits
if he has but the courage
