Lines

the giddy spells, the giddy spells
spoke of the numeric codes jumbled up
the code that made sense to me
no longer to you

the musky smoke, the late night dreams
spoke of an inner desire that weaves
like an entangled web of hope
a futile longing and wait

the superficial world spins
in pointless orbits till it stops
and the glittery horizon
turns dark.