One Desire

Fine china worn down through years

In the coming rain.

I feel this dream has come to a bitter end.

Seven seas on fire,

ten ships that sail for one desire,

under one flag, they fly one flag.

All those dreams waited for me at the corner.

Bigger dreams, is it everything I ever wanted and never could have?

I was stuck in traffic

because your silent laugh

reflected blinding passengers along the way.

Your hair was gold,

and I was holding on to things that I might say.