A Second Wink Poem by Sharron Stephenson

To blow the senses out of the picture of dreams,
The gather of words across the ocean of kisses,
A hand full of promises broken in floods,
Blood.

A memory box locked and sealed, drilled,
Apart by a fearless walk.

The road ahead a blind bend, the vision of a,
Cupped soul flying around the heart of a,
Swan.

A pausing second a cracked minute of,
The waving fingers of a backward hated word,
The palm of too much too little of smiling,
Regrets.

The eyes that leads to the slap of,
Disappointment,
The concluding wink of a thousand wishes.