SoulReserve

longing

We wish
these years away
and breathe,
lifting the sky
with each breathful,
and the cellophane
collapses and expands,
with bellows
of hope,
rises and falls
like the sun,
fiery
indefinite
and infinite,
we age
in this motion
spiraling
flaring
extinguishing
flames,
still in search
of what we want.

© SoulReserve 2016

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