Desire lays sleeping in the dark.
It waits for the ready set go mark,
Sleeping like a peaceful watch dog.
A creature that gets lost in the fog
In the fears of our doubtful brains.
We worry about the failure stains.
We fear desire will never suffice,
And we turn the ardent fire into ice.
Desire is the beginning of dreams,
The fire that sets off the steams.
Desire is the synonym of wanting,
But you must move; do something.
Desire sits waiting in the dark,
You decide whether it lives or dies,
The answer inside your mind lies.
Beatriz (c) 04/04/2014