A path, yet to be engulfed in flames
Cries out to me in distant screams
And muffled sobs (echoed, unseen)
My heart; fully hearing, fully seeing
the exquisite maybes (and vulgar what ifs)
While my mind strikes a match,
threatens to hold us both
to the fire, unforgiving,
If I say it's all a dream
I know you'll utter, gently beg,
"and so is this?"
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.