Savoring what lingers
In the air
Aroma flutters among dreams
Enjoying together, alone
yearning to keep a warm feeling
or calm an electric tremble
When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?
Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room
Which world is the illusion?
Once a barren desert of broken dreams
Now a field of desire and hope grows