My love for you will take us past this sky,
Little parts of us will be scattered in the night.
People will see it,
And call it a falling star.
Whatever they may wish,  
It will not be greater than our love.

I wish I could write,
The way the poets do,
Then my words could make you cry,
But for now, I will cry alone.

I wish I could love,
The way the lovers do,
Then my eyes would follow yours,
But for now, they will linger alone.

Not a single blow of wind,
Pushes my boat further.
Nothing plays with its sail,
So it neither goes north nor south.

Rain,
Hurrican,
Storm,
They all come and go.

But my boat sits there,
In the middle of the sea.
As if the forces of nature don't exist,
It sits there awaiting nothing.

I hope the words from my lips,
Reaches your ears.
The way the river kisses the sea,
The way the sun touches the hill.

I hope the pain from my heart,
Reaches your eyes.
The way the wind pushes the clouds,
The way the dew falls on the leaf.

I was never perfect,
And I know I will never be.

But I hope your love,
Reaches my soul.
In a way that others never did,
Through a way that others could never see.

I find myself in pieces,
Not as a half,
Not as a whole,
But as pieces and fragments scattered beyond.

Then I see you,
A single piece of you,
Sometimes half,
Sometimes full.

And I find my self coming,
With all the pieces of me.
To be collect and kept next to you,
Until there is a piece of me.

I need to forgive myself,
Then only I can forgive you.
I need to love myself,
Then only I can love you.

If I could,
I would take myself far.
Far from me,
And close to you.

If I could,
I would erase myself,
And become you,
All of you.

But for now,
The need for I is greater than the need for than us,
The need for skin greater than the need for love.

If you could, would you wait?
I wish I could tell you when.

If I knew my body,
You would know mine.
If I knew my mind,
You would know mine.

The wrath of seen,
Greater than fear of the unseen.  
What's keep hidden,
More certain than what comes out of it.

To settle down somewhere,
Beneath the glow of the crescent moon,
Where nothing but darkness prevails.
Where I and my solitary are hinged together,
The echos of ground wouldn't perforate my thoughts,
The lurid character, only visible to me-
Preserved for me.
The crooked branches wouldn't point towards me,
Their menace evaporating before reaching us.
Only in-ear, they would sometimes buzz,
Restating their vile self.

But, I dream far beyond the horizon- and I see,
A pristine place left for me.