Sometimes I feel emotions tip-toeing through my soul and now to capture its essence and bring them to exhale:
Fly though masked wings
Pass through beds of fury with peaceful strings
Play with the city of violins
Where there is no comment, no silence, and no poppies
My teeth have died without substance
I smell you- you are near
Your love fan spirals through the soul of hardened, muffled leaves
I feel you, I see you, My Love and now we sleep.
