Gravity
Was kind to me
And sometimes I could fly.

Fate, you see
Excluded me
And I felt I'd never die.

Don't look down
At us
From your lofty
Palace in the sky.
We are the pillars
That hold you high

I've always been on this journey
Of floating with words.
Looking for you
I travelled across the
Sacred skies of many hearts,
Forming and breaking constellations
With the language of my ribcage.
For a thousand years
I walked through the veins of love
Wondering about the face
Of your ****** mind.
Your were the white heads
Of those tulips
I held each morning before smelling
Your absence inside them.
A constant search, still going on
As all the words of my poem
Keep running towards your smile.
Just answer me with your hands
Will you be my muse?

"You sound like moonlight,"* he said, *"like, the soft rays of light singing down to the brisk autumn earth. The trees and stars dance to your voice. Both the earth and space are in harmony with you."