Delicate tips hover over taut skin
Shudders then Crawling
Waves of static dance
Electric
Tension lapses without breaking
only to build up tighter
Eyes welded shut
Darkness envelops
But time lingers
Longer than imposed eternity
and yet it ends in fading
Only to crackle back to life again
Delicate fingers suspended...

In desperate times
When the radio doesn't sing like it promises
And the jokes aren't funny
I climb into a box and wait
And after that wait I climb out
And I hear the radio sing the way it should
And the jokes are funny

Follow your dreams
Is what we're told.
Burst at the seams
Let creativity flow.

But on the safe path
We tend to go.
For it would be daft
To perform at shows.

They sparked quite a fire
Then quenched our appetite.
Our dreams, they expired
They were scared off in a fright.

You might not know
That you even have a dream.
Our hunt for dough
Has become so extreme.

Engineering or law
Your dream might very well be.
But when you strip down to raw
Is that who you see?

A dream is crazy
A dream takes chances
A dream makes sacrifices
A dream is subconscious

Some say dreams are impossible
Some say your dreams are impossible

But to me
A dream is a part of you
That once removed
Makes you, not you

So find your dream
And make it happen.
Hard it may seem
Just do it with passion.

wisteria in the spring
her color a gorgeous violet
and she entwines  the senses
and I once knew a woman
that tamed one
had a wrist-thick
limb her kids could sit on