Dusk welcomes the thought… A chain of questions, a cocktail of emotion,

It’s then that the smile reveals its true identity: its paleness sharply cutting through the darkness; boldly outlining wrinkles that kept it there, its silhouette… no longer a deception

Perhaps a cue to finally give in

Maybe to hold on tighter

Emotions…

They clam up, numb the vocals and mute the inner voice

Despite this, the outbursts within grow louder

A mimicry of the same thought;

A dream of a niche… a haven of comfort;

The yearn for a smile… joy.

It’s the mind’s soliloquy that threatens to burst the skull

Just then I reckon…

A lone star gliding in the sky waits for day;

A free dandelion floating in the air, hopes for a destination;

A particle of dust swept by a wave of wind hangs on to fate…

And an infant;

A little babe who cries to sleep continues to weep in her dreams

Faith is what this belle lives by,

Faith; difficult to cling on equally impossible to let go of.