She kisses me where I am broken
Lips pressing against the fractures
the fractals and pieces that I don't upkeep
while I wait to die for others and forget to live for myself

My heart is calm.
In the centre of your palm.
You don't even know it yet.
But I bet.
I'll mess it up somehow.
Don't blame me, please.
The opportunity I will seize.
I think the good outweighs the bad.

What have I done?
What did I say?
I fear it is broken.
For I can already see.
The chips and the cracks.
To know that if anything.
I had to lack something.
Something that is far too lost to retrieve.

I remember so many things.
All hoping that I wont forget.
The beautiful thoughts that ring.
Keeping the little things planted and set.

Originally it was a Red Plaid sea.
Walking along with the flow.
Along my thoughts and words you see.
In the silver bow.

Where the light shined and dawned on me.
In the space where I did see.
Given the place of mind.
To complete the mountains in kind.

I still stop to see, when I walk by.
To again look up at the sky that once died so perfectly.
Wanting again to fly in the five skies that enveloped the five clouds of mine.
Remembering exactly the path I took instantly.

Yes, I remember the scene.
I remember the exact day.
Knowing what I've seen.
Where I flew away.

I cannot help but feel I've failed in some way.
That the hope I gave, was not there to stay.
In something so small and fragile.
Is a thought so large and agile.

But I suppose I need to stop.

The dewdrops that danced slowly upon the leaves just past the edge of my skull.
The creaking of the porch that held us up.
The sound of rocks under my feet as my shoes hit the pavement.
The feeling of a rested mind upon my shoulder.
The little picture that resides on an easel.
The vibrato of the silence that mesmerized the sound of the giggling to my ears.

Which would have been much less fantastic without the girl next to me.