A Cynic
Again
Cruising the night
Guided by stars
Steered by the moon
And a hope
That had no place
Being there
Leading the mind
To a soft touch,
And bitterly soothing words
Left on an undeserving tongue
Still
Burrowed in the imagination
In a dream
That never came true.
A dream meant
To never exist
In the heart
Of a deserving
Wanting
Disappointed
Cynic.