As comets fly
Splitting the sky,

Innumerable stars
Litter the beyond

A fleeting moment
Worth a million words,
Yet only so much
Can I say.

As the creeping doubt
Draws shadows of trees
Onto my mind’s canvas,
I silently look away,
Wishing the water’s reflection
Could distract me.

Rippling across the surface;
Distorting what I see.
The inkwell’s matte mirror
Changing what I’m to be.

As a paper gets torn
Fragments are created
Only to be lost from sight

And from mind.

As ink brands a paper, art,
A tear brands a paper,
As nothing more than a lost fragment

Trailing out what’s left inside;
Leaving a path.

Lurching into the fray
Letting come what may.

I don’t know what’s left
Inside of me;
Bloodless, emotionless.

What keeps me running
Away from my problems?

Sticks and stones
May break these bones,
But the pain will find the past.
This is but a life lived fast,
Nothing’s meant to last.

When the crow flies,
Lost feathers fill a ream.
When the dreamer dies,
So dies their dream.

Watch as we rise
And gain this sky
As the worldly prize.

Beyond these coals
Lies the resolution.
Strengthen your feet
Or grow your wings.
It’s time to fly,
Not to die.

Those times
Where you don’t want it to end
Will always end, for time will flow...

Regretfully so.

if you promise me to stay here
until my tea ends,
I promise you ;
I'll take the last
sip at night.