Euphoric mist wells behind the veiled eyes. Burned
retinas shudder whilst a mind roams amongst the sorrows.

Soaring through the colours of imagination, a spirit once
quashed starts to unfurl its mildewed wings. parchment breathes.

On the edge of a precipice clawed back, an almost broken body.
Seedlings of hope sprout in the glare of warmth called fate.

Mossy limbs regain new strength, each step growing anew.
Looking towards the pain of a future, rejection of time soon leaves.

Euphoric smiles tarred with bitter sweet memories of kindness and
tenderness, through feathery recognition there will be a tomorrow.

®syble 10/08

Really like this one