A subtle roar
Breathing in
At the start of dawn
Phantoms and dreamers
Half asleep, dazed
Stretching with deceitful yawns.
The soul awakens
The heart in inclination
listening to the silence
Within an illusion
Of passion and storm.
I close my eyes
With the nerve to deny
As I stare into my soul
One of ruin and sleepy edges
Only to realize
That I am no longer asleep
And you were nowhere to be seen.