A Blacked Fantasy

A blacked path, when closed my eyes

With steady gait, a fake demise

I walked in the nothingness

To the lost laughter, longed to confess

Substituted the asperity, for chirping

And that held me firm crippled the usurping

Walked hovering hands for none

I walked, without any wish or worry

Hugs of wind and kisses of belief

In a valley of ecstasy, with a reliable flurry.