Shapes of Smoke

   His fragile limbs in a caged body 
    seeking proteins from ivy drips
     vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
      paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
       sea of sick humans hanging like leaves from willow
      mitigated by prayers of angels in white coats
    yet lowered pulse rate in hopeful daylight
   but his sumptuous mind holds the key to freedom
    in deepest slumber his twisted cage breaks free
     arising hopes float in ropes of subconscious mist
      his smiling shadow traces whispers of memories
        he sways his brittle fingers in ecstasy 
          shapes of smoke growing as titans in silence
            his love is a ghost that the others can't see
              exploding stars in topaz lit utopia paint
               charcoal brush adorning sparkling bristles of love
               colourful patterns on canvas of blank memory
              flashing waves entrancing visions of kisses alight
             blankets of amnesia in existence but he dances
           on a hustling vintage platform emerging in fog
         breeze in his red shirt chasing scarlet sunsets
        he boards a crimson wagon longing for a journey
      holding roses for Aphrodite in the land of swans
     simmering in flashes of blooming glitters.
      Rising dawn clicks the buttons in his mind
       blank memories, ivy drips lock him away
         in a caged body his fragile limbs rest
          nobody knows he visits a soothing paradise 
           fog curls under his pillow in deep oceans
         till slithering hazy sapphire nights arrive