my aura lies dormant

like folded wheat in a rain-soaked field

the way I used to feel

has been imperceptively stifled

by too many silent yesterdays

and then I awake

through the haze i feel the hope

like pitch-perfect notes

whispered on your honey-dew voice

the choice is before me

stay or go?

allow the tides to ebb and flow

like seasons slipping silently away

or a desert lacking winter

just a blink and it’s gone

but your eyes are alive!

dancing light promises hope and passion

like fresh air in a smoky bar

far away from my constant sorrow

your heart beats healing wonder