what if wandering never dances

seal my chest

against the nothingness

in the past i have been cruel torch ideas

of my remembrance passing me by

but still my heart  pounds

like real love hesitating

the last in kind , i volunteer into the break of thunder

worshipping ground on fugitive heart

and i know your descend to react like a trickery guard

sleeping against the forces of heavens nature

the bend of the loving trilled ,shaved the sky

with a rudimentary feast of longing for

that same nothingness pouring the seats

a white engine startled