With the skill of a surgeon
wielding a feather edge scalpel...

White water blossoms
ride high atop ocean waves...

Aspire
Desire...

Morality in Decay.
When was it started...

I fly to your arms, my heart soars
I smile, giggle and...

Temptations blowing in the wind,
offerings from invisible entities...

An innocent Fairy?
Or an angel with invisible wings...

Right now I need one of those writes,
that tell about the in between...

A pearl moon shines high in
the indigo sky, slowly giving way...

Lost in a world of sightless eyes,
ears that no longer hear my cries...

Awake the sleeping artisan
bedding deep within your core...

There were no fireworks or springtime bouquets.
No birds started singing on this winters day...