for the zephyr

Like the flickering of fireflies
Always

Like a burning, torrential inferno
Forever

As summer breezes blow, the
Zephyr

Carries with it flutters and feeling
Always

Like fire and wind am I
Looking

For sustaining love; elusive temptress, spiritor of hearts.

you move me

You move me

Your smile is like sunshine
On the dim-ridden day
Undulating as waves

My blackness breaks away
Only peace remains; its
Vast oceans wash clean
Everything and I rejoice.

My hope, heard and seen
Echoing through my soul.

often

Often

Too often when I am pensive
Too often when I sit alone
The world becomes nebulous indistinct

As the day drifts, flown by in a haze
Like sand through my fingers
And slipping clouds strained through the sky

Unspoken are the feelings I cloak
Veiled beneath a calm veneer
Folded in my confident façade

Too often I am disguised
Too often I do conceal
The cowering me behind the brave

I quail underneath
I shiver, I shake
Scarring inside, and inside,
I break

I am rooted, frozen, but
The world spins a breathless
Miasma a vertigo of chaos
Often, all too often

I play a part
A shadow behind a porcelain mask.