And if the many whispers of the past could rise and caress the inner child of my thoughts with the abandonment of reality. Rich in blind trust, eager to explore the contours of love. Fresh blood innocence lost in the darkness as golden rays of sprinkled showers bless the inner workings of my fragile state. Heavens kiss would radiate the shine wihin my soul, illuminate my lost path within this labyrinth of adulthood. Desire, the lost beacon of hope, would lead me through the darkness into the forgotten realm of light.
Karen Hayward ©2016