knuckle sandwich III

remember the night-
smooth fire light
shadows danced my shadowed wants
sweet stolen moments of
golden joy
lost
ties cut abrupt
in a stark motion shift
black to white
blinding my uncertainty
darkness
the sleeping beast of joy
slumbers
waiting
later
later
at first glimpse of light
the beast slumbers still
blank knowing
lost to the wind
he who reaches me
an almost invitation
swept away
but still, then
the crashing dream pounds
shattering the shore
awakening with an anguished roar
the beast
broken waves
rain down the forgotten scent
drenching me with
familiar fire
sweet liquid glance in dim
commotion
vex myself for closed eyes
if it's a second round
playing out before me
lost second chance
glowing embers
spark in me
if i could
if i could obtain it
if i could find a way
i could be happy,
it seems
always obscure
and just out of reach
again
lay the foundation
wait
wait for the golden rain