Sometimes blurred hopes lie behind
scintillating eyes.

My heart sounds out
   And whispers  
Like wind chimes in the air
   For you

With gentle rest
   Our dancing steps
And hopes more light
   I wish you into this summer memory fair

Playing carousel dreams
   Of you
Just to hear

Ashes and wind
Dust and sand
In quiet and wishes and yet to knows

Just as with a snowfall your nothing begins
And happens upon our truth by happenstance
It is with melting direction which we flow

Unseen until our steady decline has since passed us by
We are all rivers in the sense of I
Attempting to lead ourselves to an ocean somewhere far below

propelled across the desert
on invisible wings
to break your fasting
at the oasis of your dreams.

Social media radio tv
Ghost towns
tabloids and white noise

I want to be
a live wire

the connection
between two

points

I want to feel
the flow

of energy passing
through me

I want to feel
the moment

when the energy
inside me

creates the energy
inside you