Inhale
blow it out slowly
Letting
the aroma of hunger
Feed your
soul
There
is an old saying
Where
there is smoke there’s a fire
But
this fire lays hidden in the abyss Of desire
Who can
put out the flame…
Dreams float through my fingers
I stand and watch as my dreams blow away
Close my eyes, wishing I held on just a little bit tighter
Dreams caught on the breath of wind
I have one more chance to catch my vision
This time I'm not letting go
My dreams return, with both hands
I reach out and retrieve
What is mine