Will my tears ever find shelter in your palm
when Immersed in silent pains
will you howl too,
during the day when darkness is hard to digest
and through the night when stars encompass.
Will we capture moments
as stillness does for a lens,
Or is this soulful stretch of my lips to fade
to grey skies in winter,
to become a season of rememberance,
as the snow falls outside my window
and I'm looking for my gloves,
In which chest will you then reside in.
Or amidst the wind that chills my bones
will your touch still warm me,
like a fire that could never quite fully extinguish
will your ash remain scattered and weaved
as a reminder
that my eyes once celebrated,
as flames celebrate passion
is this love destined to burn?
Will this Love I have for you continue living,
through streets I'm yet to stand upon.
Will you stand beside me
as the haze continues to move,
will it be your fingertips touching my wrist
as we cross roads
through histories of lovers,
Will we walk the same path,
are we reaching a dead end
or shall the stars carry us forth.