A Little More

It's an endless summer dream wriggle upon the warm souther wind...

twitch the lonely soul to be gently awaken from their forever little hive.

My eyes is slowly opened.

Where am I?

I remember walked a long, long path...

through the thick humid shade of misty trees,

with trust on my heart, smiling to the nomadic wind.

"Come by me," the zephyr whispered a yearning greet, that time, "... your wrath would be healed

and your lonesome nights should be destroyed...

I'll walk you to your melodious sanctuary - far, faraway beneath the singing clouds."

And so I ran...

And fell.

And slept.

Now I must be lost, an inner voice floating on mind. I must be lost somewhere...

These twigs are threatening and those creepy voices exalt my fear.

Hey, majestyc air, would you blow me back home?

.....

There's no answer.

No one there.

No one there.

I've been left alone... with lurid creatures lurk in the dark.

By this nowhere place, nothing else but luminous butterflies,

I should scratch a narrow trail back home...

Alone.

My dears,

I'm not going anywhere.

This will be a long overdue collide...

Just a little more wait.