Untie the wielding shields that hold the wings of this barricade together, and reach into the core of the man I am. And when you do, care for the shades that you illuminate through the darkness within. When you do, bare that this cornered child is tender, behind the rock solid fences you laid down!
In the distant plains of prolonged dream, enchanted with the presence of the hopes you bring; kindly lit by the warm fires in your heart, so bravely leaping across these godforsaken scapes and shades of gray.
Waltzing sonnets to the rhymes of age, time and decay.
Only ever so close.

A.r. Bazian
*Written in 2012