8 years ago. Saturday, December 2, 2017 at 9:30 PM
The ivy creeps over the palisade...
The vision clear... Or no....
I reach out...in disbelief.....
My intentions frail...hope fades....
But yet....the flesh is soft
My mind races....my sight fades....
The shadows... Or simply the night....
Then again....the scent of lilac....
That soft pulse....purity of soul...
But no.....not for me.....
Me of passion...me of pride...
The humble soul....elusive soul..
Then a breeze....a faint kiss....
My heart soars....i am reborn....
But oh....the fool....
The breeze.....has no soul......