Gossamer's Dream

Blanketed in epidermis of natural gift
Lie, the stark hollow me

Deeper, I profound the search
Silence, greets me.

Barren, without contents
Stood a glass door
Rear to it was the different me.

Seraphic, pristine shine
I could see
My shadow, it seemed

The child’s itch I feel
To unite with it

The camouflage of sensitivity
Awakens me

The reverie of it
I carry with me,