You are the sea, and I am the light.
I want to dive into you.
I want to illuminate every inch
of your depth,
of your calm,
of your mystery,
but you won't let me in.

(A name is a prayer)

You are the sun, and I am the moon,
My existence is not in your awareness,
Yet your beam is the reason I shine.
You end where I begin,
I end where you begin.

*(A constellation is a sign)

I hope my bird crashes,
And turn me into nothing—
nothing, but dust and ashes.
And force me out of my senses.
And rob me out of my existence.

I'm lost forever
to the sea;
to the waves;
to the salt;
to the blue.

Take me in,
*I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.

I remember that night,
we were laying on our backs,
next to each other
on my flowery bed.

I could barely feel my heart,
for it was racing so fast,
yet its beatings was still drowned,
by the quiver of yours.

I could feel the moon shining,
bathing us in its glow,
for it was the only light,
that filled the whole room.

Your fingers stroked my hair,
moving delicately through each strain,
until you brought your nose
closer to mine.

So I shut my mind,
and tried not to smile
as I closed my eyes,
And jumped into your lust.

And I remember that night,
we were sitting face to face,
trying to talk about
how things fall apart.

I could feel my lips trembling,
and my eyes burning,
when no one set them on fire,
except for my tears.

I could feel the scent of your lust,
unwrapping itself,
against my body,
now that you found love.

So I shut my mind,
and tried not to cry
as I closed my eyes,
And ran.

What if you secretly planted seeds

all around our souls,

that would grow into a habit

all three of us shared?

We’re the people

whose time runs the fastest

yet, we’re the people

who have the least of time.

Claiming we're gods,
creating heaven,
when we're nothing but men,
destroying earth,
creating hell.

If you find a way to feed it,
help it grow,
and keep it alive;
it will find a way to feed you,
help you grow,
and keep you alive.