On a clear winter night
when everything feels right
the beautiful abyss
is, overwhelmed by a
kiss. Peace is an echo
of the mind, some promise,
a personal bind. The
snare of dreams and fortune
is caged in the sandman's
dune. Are we to complain
if we can't withstand the
pain? Life it isn't a romance
or fantasy. He just
explained nature and my
mind to me. I let him
submerge my lungs just yet.
With the air of mountains
one breath I hope to share.