DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, ......

and when the words seem so fabric thin
no warmth or familiarity could speak for them
to be back stitched

love to think it was not
some winter night dream of late drinks & ***
flashbacks of an awaited trance

crystal flame, who to blame?
winds of immense handprints
see snippets, see ripples, in a fish-eye lens I'm crippled

the actuality of a thought
for its death has been revived brought
until you realize what is what

                                                           ­                              ------ravenfeels