Love... Do I even stand a chance?

Beneath your glowing veneer,

Where I meld with old fires

and those vapors of doubt.

For here I have been...

Suspended in forest green,

Watching timid hopes wake,

deep in the sweetest ache.


Tell me true...

Is there a tender thought of me,

safe from those flames?

Or is this a dreamer's lot?


For with you,

I have no bonds of breath.