She hears the song
dancing like tears
dripping icy memories
racing down
her spine
she recognizes
his melody
his shadow beside
footsteps daring closer
inside
a shared maze
wakeful lenses
churn and twist
stirred illusion
a frantic maiden
will sing and cry
wanting to be
the apple of ones eye
unfound thrist
yearning to be
granted in the realm
that once
told no lies
©morningsun
M