You take my hand to sit beside you on this olden boat
Paid with your final ticket

Hear the river flows
The gentle breeze onto your nose
Wishing for time to slow down
Through this endless sundown
Air of affection
Coronation
When you sent me a bouquet of carnation
Still stuck between infatuation
In our second-to-last situation

Pass cities of flour and roars
Even with soggy nights at ours
These tiny specks who differ from each other fill their hours in united colors

Tower or tunnel of enigma
It has been 548 days since we first met
And I still do not know the reason why I love you
Went through some days filled with regrets

This euphoria may turn to hypomania
Giggles become sundials
Recount the things we disagree
Recount the things we differ
Do you beg to differ?
Contemplating to let go of my freedom
To a (potential) eternal lover
Promise me
Whether we go or not,
That you will not be my phantom
Instead, let us keep building a kingdom
Even though we do not know what it is for
Or it will never be labelled
Hear the wedding bells
But I prefer the blue belles more
Your skin contacts with my skin

Since we are all people,
Best to say that I will not be the best one you will ever have
Or you never will find that one
We are all mystery gifts
Unpredictable, imperfect to the bones
But is it best to say to let my loneliness *******?
Shift your gaze to the blue-gold view beyond

Lighthouses flicker on
Direction for the lost ships
Will we even go somewhere?
Or instead, I will open my lips
Hope you will comprehend
And this life has no end
Up to you if that is happiness or tropical depression

Up ahead are starlights
Floating, sparkling, dancing away
But they are millions and million miles away from us
And they are always will be clouds

That is nature; we are out of her control
Somehow like our irrational emotions
You were hurt
But not murdered
Wonder if you will stay just for the charm
I am not traditional; not conventional either
Are you ready to take on me?
Impressionism
Expressionists

Some thrills are better when they are in secret
Please do not fret
That is just the way I am
If you ever need someone,
Call my name from the other side of the road
And I will meet you there
By the dim lit, painted houses
As long as you know, you are my picket fence
And our encounter is a remembrance


What a conversation
The sailor now drops us off
To our final destination