Shadows of a Dream

Hungering for my obscured apparitions, The silhouette, yes the very breath of my passions I once knew. Its tinted window’s view. Its is then, I am awaken inside the shadows of a dream, Or perhaps it is merely an altered dimension, I once knew. Yet I know, it is there, that I absorb the dancing darkness that captures the essence of the night. For I am mesmerized by my liberty That yearns to be renewed. All before the dawn reveals its heart within its first morning light, And before I step upon with bare feet, the morning’s dew.