all the noise which encompasses
the voices brought to static swoons
drenched architecture purchases
wrought with metal and iron to whisk
us to the pearly sheer moon

all plagued within busying decay
wilting upon thresholds of spinning stares
clinging onto flowers trafficked upon despair
how my palms are crossed and inked with delay

the soil gathering in roots
and stinging of clattering water drops
the garden shutter despite of love
as the voices carry in the breeze

yet I start to realize it is all
a facade to carry me away
and I cry out to the distant stars
like pebbles of emerald heroines,

"for all I have done, what in return?"

shall the heavens weep I shall sleep soundly
yet I feel the chatter in the marrow of my bones
maybe this twinkling sky isn't for me,
as it chuckles lightly oblivious to its bite

so plummet through this pearly moon
in search for that greater beyond
do not worry, my love
maybe I'll return in orbit soon