the taste of the wind of sanity
Pause feelings.
Listen to the bells of
the birds that chime to
announce the time to condition
this heart of the cold inner winter
that sprouted only bandaged tape
around my front door.

My dry throat cried the desire for
this lid to be removed that
sealed me in the musky air of memories.
Dehydrated, the taste of the unstained
wind of sanity satisfied my flesh and
soul from those hours told from the
tower of uninvited illusions.

The hissing of the echoes of those
lies are now buried beneath the rolling
tides that tickle me for the once
felt feeling of happiness.