Whitney

Tree limbs dance in
the breeze of baited breath,
roots threaten to break ground zero.
time;
too much
too little
only the trees understand 
me

glass stregthens
mirrors melt
clouds converge and darkness reigns

I am guilty

The bars which restrain me
are but my own fault

I am guilty

The lifeless walls
frozen, unfeeling
yield no give as I fight to break free

My crimes:
To want,
the stars 

The wind
brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
Neck craned, my eyes
skim the sky in bliss

The scene before me,
a canvas to interpret,
I stare, deep within the soul of each star
this game I refuse to forfeit.

Heat, curls it's cruel tendrils
around my weakened limbs,
Squeezing every drop,
of hydration from my body.

Time drags pathetically by,
It feels as if
I am 
Luis 
and Clark
traveling their trek
Over,

Two meters away you sit at your seat,
across the isle, from my stationed feet.
Felicity sparks a fire within me,
burning with passion, I feel, but does he?
I could watch you for hours,
with dreams filled with flowers.

Beauty will never cease to exist in this world,
it simply goes into hiding
from time
to
time,
waiting for a special someone
who cares enough
to come looking.

Someone who is
strong in the ways