your name used
to rock me asleep.
slowly but surely,
id sleep so sweet.

this was a list of
lovers, each so
unique.
the list has been
lost, in time,
it did deplete.

to find my relief,
i dream; i glide.
a warm summer
sky above scattered
clouds so high,
I feel the wind
like an embrace;
effaced upon
the glory of
freedom.

I could use
a true touch,
sure.
but i don't
want much
more.
ive been
gone enough
to not expect
anything more,
ive been alone
enough to survive
myself.
i dont necessarily
want to fly, no,
im more rather
one to glide