I wish to fly.
To escape from the chains of gravity and soar into
a moonlit abyss.
I wish to kiss twinkling stars and admire
galaxies from clouds.
To feel wind rustle beneath my toes as I
shatter fantasies with levitation,
To know freedom’s true name,
To greet winged creatures as brothers and sisters,
To hug the heavens with great leaps.
Be I a monster in the eyes
of the flightless,
in air I become a beauty,
But all dreams end.
When the dawn jump’s from the arms of darkness and
steals away the moon,
I must return to confinement.
Become ugly again.
I stare at the mocking sun from my balcony.
waiting for the wind to embrace my wishes
and carry me through the night once again.
The wait is eternity.

I escape.
A new world, a new name, a forgotten past,
Kissed by the wind and her fingers on my back,
I travel to solitude.
Whispers of the storm, cloud my mind,
and swirl my thoughts, and leave me blind, until
I am still.
I capture stars in my eyes as they dance in their abyss.
I know they are bound beauties that tease my heart with twinkling eyelashes,
I stare at the abyss in regret and it cries,
I could almost fall in her gaze.
“The Last”, I decide,
The time for bottles and lamps and the creatures that live within them is past,
My future is not with stars,
My tears form,
I feel the loving embrace of the wind
She knows my heart, yet is silent.
“Thank you”, escapes the tongue..

Broken.
Shards of transparent hopes lay lifeless on the floor before me.
My wounded tears taint them so.
They dare not to come any closer.
Red.
The sweet thick, crimson liquid running in my veins induces fear into the demons that haunt me.
It is holy. It is not my own.
The fruits of a selfless sacrifice.
Cry.
For tears that crack themselves on lifeless dreams are worth spilling. drown visions in mirror liquid to add harmony and color to the pain that is life.
Rebuild.
Fall like stone that has been bruised for the sake of the builder.
Make a new self among the thorns that lay by the new creation.
Never let go.
My broken,
my beautiful,
my love.