The elusive dream of a touch,
the memory of a hope of a kiss,
the dance of a heart, spiraling.
Up into the night sky,
upon the notes of a song,
the whisper of a wish.
So close, to touch, to caress,
then the embrace into nothing.
Ghostly tears slipping to the ground
to cushion my fall into reality,
Don't mind the mess,
renovation in progress.
A little glue and the smile
will be pieced together,
crooked, but there, to curl
up behind to shine upon
the masses who need to feel
the warmth.
