Through my lonely days,
I’m succumbed with a burning
desire to branch out,
and ease my way into whispering fields
of gold where enchantment shall take
place within my heart.
Forever teasing my senses in the night,
pulse of the cord keeps me tied to life.
For if this line shall break,
all remnants shall be lost to the dead.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015