A pulse could hush the feel of skin as it runs peaceful, always on the move. There is an inside outside need to breathe, frequent release, from all that’s smooth.
There is one in every shade, wafting through dreams of joy and fear, not taken. In a playground where you can’t see, how the eyes of truth exhale a sacredness, unshaken.
Serenity weeps as it looks upon the waves that pull you in without chains. While an echo finds contentment on the lips of imagination, gone insane.
On the beaches of your mind you have wings, playing the lead role of a play. Would I known the wars-a-waging there, I wouldn’t have fed passion, a single day.