THE TORCH

These dreams etched within a winding wrinkle,
I wake to feel the fleeting visions faintly linger,
Like the vague crescent white of the moon,
Dissipated against the brilliant blues of day.
S…

not that you really wanted an answer

I stand in a room; I recall it as a sacred heaven at one point,
But with the battle going on around me, I feel alone,
He has to be near, the blast was supreme yet small,
This was our old…

He saw her looking at the cereals, getting ready to chose one. She was a doll…

takers of:

my inner child
my innocence…

The power of dreams
The power of our dreams
Not letting go of something
No matter how hard they beat on you…

Eons in the past…

What is left inside of a man,/ Who’s heart if filled only with emptiness?

feeling the dreariness of life,