Verba Volant

I exist in a place 
Between darkness and dawn 
My soul roams free in violet shades of a luscious lea 
Where amber blooms cruise lavish trails
Dreams are verba volant 
Draped on a woven harvest 
My lips persimmon etched 
My breath a springtime lustre

My eyes ache from unshed tears 
Their depths captive 
Uncertain 
Afraid 
Pained 

Veni, vidi, vici.. 

A piquant zephyr flows from my fingers 
Like a whispering light 
Indulging the 
Moonflowers hush in the soft misty air
Life lulls me a monologue of rhetoric 
An opalescent fire that becomes my shelter 

I become my shelter 
My footsteps 
The building blocks 
Of flowering seedlings.