From the Pocket of a Dream
A softly wing touching the soul.
The strings of love.
A melody played against the shadow of an inexplicable fear,
to forget about the chains of time.
The bond of trust,
where even darkness becomes merely a sweet calmness,
illuminated by the candles of trust, lit by the bluest eyes
shining through the nightly sky.
The food for survival.
© Eclipse 2011