Exasperating the flail of life in the wind

The stronghold that is my heart,
breaks with each eternal tear shed.
Bring the touch of an angel I beg,
so that I may invoke the call of my
sojourning soul.
Screams and tickling engage every sense of my being.
Simultaneous crashing of every drop from the black sky,
sings with anticipation for the underlying meaning.
A moment unrelenting, a soul searching for the truth.
When can the soul be set free on the path to true enlightenment?
Is is the truth that we seek, or merely pain?
More than likely, it is perverseness of an unforeseen fantasy.
Perhaps it's the work of a beam of water,
shocking me with its immense gravity and movement...
In either case, I'd rather not awaken from this wonderful dream.

Filipe C. Santos