Night-Caller

I watch as the spotlight sun
fades to black.
The stars take center stage,
as the night sky rolls in.
My night-caller dials my dreams,
as she prays for the sun's return.
The hope pours out over her lips
like a cold days smoke.
As I am trapped inside
my love boat dream,
sailing the milky sea
I promise and preach
the healing power of love
that I am yet to know,
as if I spoke the gospel.
"Alas we may never be free!"
I say as I cast my stones
at crystal castles.
We accept ourselves as lepers
as they cleanse our skin with holy water
that stings with every drop.
The pressure forces me to deflate,
but her warmth and kindness
fill me with security.
I have discovered hope for the future
and that hope is her and others...
like us.