Whispered words tango around my brow
like lucid pillars of insomnia's cradle,
waiting for that one moment of weakness
to carry me away within its lilting lullaby.
Intrepidly, like the subtle vapors of incense,
the essence of your fervent spirit filters deep,
deep within the walls of a heart left reeling,
yet desperate to savour precious rays of hope.
Let this day bring another chance to smile
in the face of the clouds that warn of tempest,
allowing this soul to sigh as one with the night,
to whirl inside the whisper of youth,
tenderly nestled in warmer wings.