I simply just want to be able -
to sing sweet melodies of the morning dizziness,
to swell with the ocean into your grasp,
to wander and to trail your geography with the stars.
But why - why would I be given a time,
if it was only to be so short?
Why did I only get the small glimpse,
of the reason behind my soul's existence?
May the Sun, Moon and stars lull you back.
Subtle at first,
then as swift as the winter winds,
during the chilled autumn days.
May they light the path,
and make your heart glow with the burning fire,
of our longing to be in each other's reach.
And may you find me.

I dug under your fingertips for the glow,
Which way do you lean when the lights are out?
I told you once a story to make me grow,
My eyes sinking,
Buried in my coat,
I can mold you a story if you'll let me in,
Some rocks are smoother - but you skip just as well.

Porcelain tendencies,
to react,
to uncommon seismic waves.
Emotional,
transitional,
move to feel it,
lost inside again.
An obligatory day,
inclined to give you,
a gray,
flowered life,
No air with no mind.

The trials verbalized to form my truths,
But simply put, they stole my youth.
What is the point of the tale in my head?
The only truth is that I'd rather be dead.

They knew enough to understand.
But it was simply not their concern.
I did not,
understand,
my amount of love.
I did not,
expect,
their capacity of hate.

A golden shine promoting the existence of the nonexistent,
A simple call to the open air,
All heard from the dew covered stone was persistent,
Repeated, false, echoing with care.