For a fleeting second the beauty of a “touch” sets fire to a thousand dreams.
A name lost in the silence, your silence, screams out.
Before thoughts give birth to words, the wind blows, taking with it your name.
It slips out of your lips like the sweetest of honey, breathing life into the midnight air.
You’re drowning in a sea of unspoken words, words of sweet tender love.
Words which once held meaning, words of magic uttered in secret, pulling you under a wave of sorrow.
Slowly, choking under the weight of words burning skin you yearn to be free.
A mouth sewn shut by a thread of insecurities, a head full of dreams and a heart in search of meaning.
Words dance at the tip of your tongue longing to be free.
Trembling like the finest snow, your nimble fingers trace it, patterns forming on your cold winter lips.
Words that flow into a river of dreams, words that set you free, words unaware of its own existence.
The sun ceases to shine, for he too searches for words to fill his pale lonely sky.
Passion wars with doubt, dreams collide with reality.
In the midst of sheer chaos, a beautiful silver thread is drawn.
Up and down, up and down it goes.
Needle piercing skin.
Eyes drowning in a shade of crimson blue as tears rain down, perhaps in a final cry for mercy.
But it’s too late now, the thread has been drawn.
Your name belongs to the wind now.
Your words will be forgotten.
Just like you who forgot the magic of the world.