Where is your smile, your face, wrapped in the peach-colored roses and white blankets of youth?
Have we lost it?

Where you once were, there is a drop of tear from each of us.
An indefinite resolution, a short relief for remembrance.

Moonlight reflects from the tip of your nose and from ours too
as we sit under the tropical moon, wishing for more time together.
A dark breeze let by our bodies and confined us with awe.
But our eyes begged the stars to call our names too.

We were the night and you were dawn,
the waking light of our solace.

Where you once were, there are teardrops from all of us.
A chant of grievance, a slow sinking to the ground to reach for your trembling hands.
*I still want to hold them.

The house burned down and I wasn't there to witness it.
I wasn't there.

Our bloodlines dictate how close we are, yet the body only reaches as far as the fingers could touch.
She whispered to me, "The house burned down and you weren't there for them."
It's true - I was not there.

We fell out of the same tree, but I think someone took a bite out of me too early.
A part of me stayed, but mostly left.
And this is what I get for being too ambitious.
I could not be there.

Had I travelled under a different moon,
had I have been another form of legacy,
had I have not been me.

But, oh, why wish when you could have seen that fire!
Its blazing tongue licking the limbs of its victims, yet undulating in dew of beauty.
And years that I've been gone was not blindfold to my past.
It is the unwrapping of my coexisting souls.

Oh, I wasn't there.

Try, my love; try to open the doors to real pathways
It's running water under my floating house
in the ocean of uncertainty and misguidance now.
I can't live in this, I gotta move!

Look, watch as the tides show you that I can't play alone; another raft is waiting
A future home based on unreadable waters.
But we can't wait anymore, we have to move!

The fingers are pointing to different eyes every time you seek it,
but I'll still believe in man's second chance.
I'll move on now, but I'll come back to see if you're ready.

Is there a grudge that you're keeping, because I'm not coming back to fix that.

How could you be so out of times, my child?
The clock goes tick tock, but you are -
Enframed; untouchable
How could time be so frozen in your mind.

Enframed, untouched, what could you say to get yourself out of this mess?

The bells are ringing
The skies are dimming, their lights
Maybe it's time to move on
But you are still,
too still and unabridged

I rest my case and you win

Much of my stoic quality won't win in this world
Thank god I learned from you,
a valuable piece of information I suppose
And here, I still stand -
Here, I still breathe your air

My voice has been cut off from this telephone line we call prayer
My eyes have been blocked by this ray of bright loneliness
My arms, self-amputated, they move like crawling bugs on people's dead faces
My legs no longer move to take bigger strands on earth

No more melody.
Monotony.
Slashed by the unexpected and inevitable nature of fate - my hopes.

Where to find an opening in this endless void?
Face this monotony like you can escape it,
Nobody knows the end to this maze.

We ran so quickly that whatever's left behind didn't matter
A soul, a heart, and their monstrous enemies
They crawled back to follow us, but we did not ever look back

So take this : our words are our promise!

We will take revenge and our song will again be heard
As a chant or just silent whispers - our dreams will haunt you.

Skin.

They stick to the veins,
painting the **** to add more simplicity to a motley of already existing colors.

I wish though, sometimes, that I can take it off of you -
Just to prove that there's a heart that gives a **** about me.