dying wish

  
 
   
    vulnerability has never ceased; no matter how far and deep cut wounds do bleed;    
   
        
     forget we're even "human beings" one's dying wish is to retreat within the depths of peace and unmet needs;  
   
   
as withered/harden as a tree may seem; passion dormant deep beneath; the smell of autumn leaves;
 
 still yearning for an autumn breeze to ride us into midnight, as if earth would cease in sudden freeze....  
   
   
let's not call it anything this limited earthly realm would deem; let's call it something of a dream....  
   
   
peace within this apocalyptic theme....two receptive souls on fire in the coldness of it all....