Desperately Wishing only to feel I will seek For the sake of being able to keep My feelings alive and at peace Like an undisturbed meadow I sleep
In the presence of shimmering lights That have risen from flowers to be Tiny torches which light up the night so that my eyes could see
Be it only the shadowing trees Or the neighboring meadows at ease My eyelids will wither and seep To the base of my hollowing cheeks
In my ears are the rustling leaves Singing softly of lingering peace So like the last autumn breeze Would you blow through my life Bring me peace
Wake me up to the sound of the trees Hear the hum of your heart as it beats In a pattern known only to me In my mind you were always with me
Standing by hoping that we could be In the moonlight in which we could see The bright stars in the sky and the fires of the far galaxies
Dry your eyes on the willows which weep Hear my voice in the summery breeze For itβs here you will find every remnant of me Every word which I wrote on the leaves
And perhaps in due time you will see Tiny torches afire like me How they fade and ignite every night Though my light never burned aimlessly
This (in my humble opinion) is probably my first truly noteworthy verse. I wrote the first seventeen lines on a whim last July, but only recently added onto it and finished the verse. Initially, I was so struck by the flow of this vision, that I was almost hesitant to continue writing it. But after a bit of labor, here it is. All thirty-two lines all nice and neat, and a video overlay to match. Please enjoy, like, comment, repost, and/or just do your thing: