Warm days, summer's stripe.
Drained heart's incomplete.
My eyes can't close for it sees what she sees,
Rough sketch of an oasis.

A whimsical story, woven in air,
Dreamcatcher's fairy tale.
Years ago -the glitter and gold.
Kaleidoscopic panorama fades.

Under the cursive time, outside the window,
Collected the dust, of yesterday's storm.
But even in the highest of earth's altitude,
There is no room sculpted for remorse.

The sanctum of the four walls,
Is where the little bird died.
You poor and unfortunate soul-
Daughter of the seven skies.

To detach from the demonic faces,
Is to dive into the elixir that's hoarded.
Chase the stardust sprinkled on the horizon.
Then come and reflect.