Blizzard Eyes

Waking from the fairyland, dreams with wings, was that your voice my voice. Walking on sand barefoot hand in hand... Warmth in the memories light. Alarm shrills welcome back into the darkness. Life's aroma ever stinging my nostrils with its flavorous existence. Pen is still. Wiping dream clouds from my eyes, shot of force to empty thoughts. Another day pen is still. Words with wings I catch the flight with pen.