daydreams coalesce in my cloak of conversation.
My world, an erroneous belief,
has abandoned me to doubt.
Happiness, an elusive paradigm, taunts
with vague identity.
I� cling to new words, spoken with sincerity,
I believe. It keeps me listening.
The cold of uncertainty, my worry.
The entering whisper of offered warmth,
it beckons with seeming grace.
Enter me with truth, no beguile,
The fool may entertain me,
and true, I could fall painfully.
But, in the hollow, salt~tinged taste,
I touch you, and reveal my soul.
