in whispers of the wind
through rustling of few leaves
some distilled clear skies
staticly concede

a view of sundry hope
and helplessness alike
for tireless arrows slay
just as a thunder strike

of molten ends in time
swinging to the stars
you land upon my thoughts
all as if they were ours

dance along to beats
of showers cruising loud
illuminate the flames
dispel this fear's shroud

and taste gardens of sand
on burning lips of rain
to curl into my dream
to kiss away my pain