The touch is feathery,
Stirring memories
Of mirages forgotten,
Of hope
Long gone bleak…

The gaze is gentle,
Not probing yet I cringe
To open up,
More then a crack
Evens that's so much…

I'm don't know what I seek
The soul desires nothing,
I know seekers lose themselves
In the spasm of yearning
In the yawning caves of dreams…

I wish to remain
Beyond any reach,
To ice up,
To be shunned out,
Till each day lingers by…

Without reminiscing how
The rays at dawn
Tingle warm on the cheek,
Or how that winter rain
Clings to the skin,

I don't want to reach out,
To look and find nothingness,
Yet it longs for that touch
It wants to open a crack,
It wants to steal an aching glance…

It wants to feel
Blood rushing to the head,
It wants to feel the high
The painful ripple of dreams,
It doesn't understand, just feels…

To be sucked in to know what its like,
That dizzy swirl of dreams;
Oh be still cheating heart
Be still or be broken
And don't whisper 'so be broken' to me.