There is a place of soundless reprieve.
It’s far away from where boring lives
Turn our hearts to gray. I search for it,
A place that never is but forever will be.
Seeking a glimmer, a fracture of light
Amid the darkened skies. Something bright.
They say I’m an idealist and a dreamer
In such disdain. It leaves a little stain
On my heart that never fades away.
The ink settles in and dries but, what remains?
A canvas no longer blank. An image retains.
Vasha'Lakar 