I heard a storm blew you in.
Its winds carried you through the echoes of a thousand bird wings
I traced the veins in your arms until they were etched inside of me
where they will remain even when the memories rust.
 I will meet you where life blossoms
where in dreams you drink the golden nectar from flowers
and dance with bees for their honey.
 
Their painted eyes wont ever tell you
what the glass caves wanted. But they will hollow you out
and fill you with the feelings that you bury deep
 
Winter comes and casts its shadows without sun
and the flowers wilt
becoming brown and colorless
even the flies avoid them
Life is temporary
 
The rays come again, from the darkness of this cosmos
the world is colorful and vibrant with life
in the beams that cast shadow and light
Death is temporary
 
You came crawling out from the corner of my mind
with your walls showing
I want to touch those hands again, even if it means something else
(it always does)