Kept out of sight, And stroked with inks of blue, I pen in black and white, And journey my way into you. Through summer nights, Back in time of the cusp of signs, I see you through the slits of light, As deep down you burned too bright. I wonder if every facade, You'd bury in your shade! I'm bewildered if every heart, You'd broken to exist in hate! For as I caressed you on green pastures, I reciprocate your aura with the soul I laid. What I could never see within, You were the one healing. I'd drive you past your mind maze, And deflect the waves arising, Nor did I care to trace. Or was I realizing? For if I gave warmth to settle, I could brush up the haze. Saw you climbed the beanstalk, As I fall from cloud nine. Made you reached the end of time, And landed on the first line. I wonder what every facade, You'll hide within the shade! Cause deep slumber intertwined with pain, Is the catastrophe that struck you in vain!