My eyes climb upwards and meet concrete
Like passersby on a shooting star
As the lights seem to flicker, so dim, so bright
My breath gets caught as gravity sinks
and I can see the space between the Way
My world trembles as I inhale
Torrents become art as the moon phases
linger on my very fingertips
Murmurs of a prayer on my lips
As I dig and mine deeper and deeper
My skin sways as my bones are suspended
In the fabrication of all the crevices and faults
Break into fragments becoming the past
Only for it to remain in the present as dust
A cover for me to sleep under my layers
I see Icarus flying downwards with the
Sun on his back, and the wax becomes milky
Frothing the darkness and leaving trails
A bird brushes back its ash, combing through
Dark velvet as it awakes the candle choir
My hopes are on a flying comet
Soaring past infinity and through
Your lens, the sand flowing nearby
would one day capture the light
I have in my life, and we can all breathe
Yes, that is the way to go
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
My eyes climb upwards and meet concrete
Like passersby on a shooting star
As the lights seem to flicker, so dim, so bright
My breath gets caught as gravity sinks
and I can see the space between the Way
My world trembles as I inhale
Torrents become art as the moon phases
linger on my very fingertips
Murmurs of a prayer on my lips
As I dig and mine deeper and deeper
My skin sways as my bones are suspended
In the fabrication of all the crevices and faults
Break into fragments becoming the past
Only for it to remain in the present as dust
A cover for me to sleep under my layers
I see Icarus flying downwards with the
Sun on his back, and the wax becomes milky
Frothing the darkness and leaving trails
A bird brushes back its ash, combing through
Dark velvet as it awakes the candle choir
My hopes are on a flying comet
Soaring past infinity and through
Your lens, the sand flowing nearby
would one day capture the light
I have in my life, and we can all breathe
Yes, that is the way to go
It's a reflection of the things that persist.
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