My Breeze

Trust is the thin thread that slips through the eye of a needle that pricks my levity~

Swiftly the ground meets my fall, as the rain makes mud of my emotions~

I drift with no direction, free from winter I call out... breathe, I push through the hard earth that is my enslavement~

Breach my skin, rebirth is real, my screams are like the stretches of a cherry blossom tree young and curious~

Dew kisses my lips softly as I dream, be patient, all will be calm the wind whispers~

The razors blaze brings me life as the Sun warms my tranquil storm~

I am swinging like a dragonfly on a nightmare searching for a breeze~

I am waiting for you~

Karla Arce© 05/18/2009