Somewhere

Glorious ones 
in the hands of a labyrinth

crushing  dreams

making  brims

fun is the way 

to the other side

of the remaining days

left behind

ashering winds

of joy

into the unborn dawn

resting souls 

around a fire of clebrations

somewhere ajar is the gate

 somewhere is done the fate

waiting  solicitting 

envious smiles

into dry lips

 asking for more

washing by tears

waiting to bloom 

into another  sigh

somewhere  a star

mourning its blaze

 the scale  of that rose

 the twig of a  hare  

 just to remain alive