I can hear your fierce howls like wind as they swirl past my skirt,
I brush the crumbling walls with my finger tips as I walk on
I think to myself, let the dust, brick and mortar fall!
This moment as time stands still, I gaze out the window of this turret and I ask myself if I've been in a deep winters sleep, maybe it's all been a dream
I have witnessed countless moons passing by as well as too many to count settings of the sun
I have memory of each of them, burned deep within me soul
Still I wonder...
Has the beauty of my youth been held captive or just remained here from sheer will
Have I been so caught up in the mesmerizing endless hallways, dark corners and hidden rooms to see its fierceness that feeds off my light
I have been nobodies prisoner but my own I suppose
Still I find myself endlessly in search of the the garden with glass walls, the garden that blooms all year in-spite of the frost that surrounds it
I know it's here waiting to be found but my fatigue gets the best of me and I long for the walls to just come down
Something deep inside my soul drives me beyond my own strength to keep going so I can quench my thirst one last time from the dew that drips from the withered leaves of its beauty
This driving desire has placed me many times into the snare of loneliness, disappointment and defeat
Still I wonder...
I wonder if all I've touched, craved and bathed myself in has all been a dream but then why have the colors of my memory not faded, nor the fragrance of your strength and beauty gone away from me
I wish to wake up now and walk out into the summers sun, yes if I am asleep someone wake me
Through blurred eyes I look out this window and find myself searching for a reflection off the glass that holds the treasures of my past, present and possibility
Perhaps I am in search for the long stem beauty with it's thorns so plenty
After all, I know how you long for the blood of my thumb but still, I reach for you anyway...
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