::
no single word slips but a sigh
as held captive at the sanctuary i've mined
greenery shades and coffee-colored huts
even the silhouette of boulder's crack is a catch
feeling the warmth underneath as i laid
soothes every room of senses calling an aid
setting my hand binoculars towards the rays
left me smiling at how blue tints stay while smoky paint walks away.
-alirhio
