Delectable

Eyelids become idle as the fragile
breeze massages ageless skin.
Familiar voices long abandoned -
only the soothing melody of cars
slicing through wind before the
universe carries on with its resonance.

The birds chirping may seem cliched,
but it always seems to add morsel's of
optimism to the asphyxiating day.

Head pent-up against the rigid wall why
my blind fingers gracefully perform CPR on
lifeless keys. Literature dangles in the
confines of minds like classic Jordan's toppled
over cable wire.

This sensation is clandestinely
unveiling my destiny.
A hearts language is certainly
universal.