I still call to you

in my dreams, wondering if

I’m ever in yours...

Every pauper has

a heart that aches to express

its love with the world...

The closed door to the

seer speaks of the mind and

of reality...

Just because we weren’t

meant to be didn’t mean that

I stopped loving you...

We are but strangers

to our achievements, here for

a second then gone...

Temptation circles

your inner core, prodding for

soft heart and weakness...

Crying releases

the words you can’t find, making

room for peace inside...

Even such a harsh,

brutal world can offer an

embrace of the soul....

The ever present

instinctual desire

to continue life...

Life is seen in the

flame, but only released by

a passionate spark...