Submerged In Fantasy

Don't wake me up with whispers devastating Soul Eyelids? Two petals of withered, love-thirsty rose I dance in white and black with fins in Paradise Ephemeral Self defending Purity of nameless cloud... Don't trace my steps contouring our Dark horizons HE watched through branches when we played “Sunset” I told a homeless seagull: “ You know? Don't need to suffer I'm growing gills of Hope... submerged in Fantasy... (photo is on my Wall on Facebook...)