At the wake of morning day
I’m guided far away
Amongst the overgrown gardens and trees
On an endless path to be

Faintest scents of herbs and tea
Scurrying friends chattering beside me
Rising sun dew brushing my fingertips
Alone along forests gaze

Her fears couldn't catch up to
the warm cinders collapsing in darkness
wildfire coursing through her veins

frosty crystals clung to
light shows on windowsills
they ran faster than their hands
could touch
on the run from racing time
streams of comfort left
rainy roads bare
to them,
nothing on earth compared

he holds my hand
and spends the night
chasing after dying stars
he smiles
falling for the moon