unwritten words do linger

Her hand trembles at the words to slow to come
Scent of spring so sweetly captured among the bloom in range
Inhalation upon exhalation the shameful addiction gains momentum
With little time and little faith, clarity is left to be found
The verse remains unwritten…the music fades…

Discovering comfort in the form of one mans expression
Awaken by his mysterious fervor
Clinging to declarations
Aspiring to rescue from the darkest of sufferings

Unexpectedly into the night departs the dark soldier

Fragile is she grace
Searching for a love that will not fail
Deepest of dreams do sweep her from the soil
Ashes to ashes soon shall she return.