The Realm and the Writer

The soft, supple moccasins of life,
See them wander, ever so aimlessly along.
Brilliant lights of shooting stars crush the ice
of hardened hearts.
Wishes fall upon seemingly deaf ears, pleading
to the heavens for ones twin flame.
Hush, dusk does come, on slight wings the zephyrs
of love shake the wildflowers of the soul.
The sweltering devotion of a cranberry heart,
spilling over, revealing the one true desire.