How many times

come this way say

you do I see versed

are eloquent ways?

Walking a corner

I’ve turned before

I hear my soul ask

abuse once more.

Hiding the scars,

I kindle my heart.

Seems but a dream,

my body I depart.

I saw you once a

silent led moment

it has turned me to

ask for atonement.

That which stolen

in passing eyes dive

it does into halls

echoing in my mind.

I hope to see again

this enchantment in

the hours that pass

I want played again.

Am I on precipice

of a gilded mind I’m

feeling this feeling

I back want to find?