Mystic

A Poem by Kyle Francisco

I can feel it in the air
sticking like sweat
tingling skin
burning my thoughts
all I see
it was meant for me
simplicity
a promise to keep
no time to sleep
beauty that exudes
thoughts gone
words equidistant
hair of raven
locked in stare
we are all that exists
hanging by moments grace
longing to know this way
surrender to sun
and dream is done