Faint breathing
Turns to gasping for love saturated air.
Through the nocturnal imagination,
Led by wishful thinking.

All senses lay sharpened
Waiting to pierce through the love charged air.
An orb of white light appears.
Ripped out of its nest,
Torn out of someone’s soul.

Every night,
Faint breathing
Turns to gasping for love saturated air.
Millions of orbs
Search for their long lost heir.
A kingdom of warmth and compassion waits to be ruled.
But, every night
Through the nocturnal imagination,
White light is led by wishful thinking
Of finding it’s nest,
Free of heartless fools.