I read a story in the dark

I lay down my box of matches
When I heard the silent cry
Of the skin of a wooden
stick that scratches

I could feel the heat sitting on the wick
Ready to make his way
through the candle
And it was just at the tip of the wire
Where I could see a tear
dripping into the fire

What does it matter who I am...
or what I was, told by who I am...
by someone I never was.
I don’t know why it is so,
that I once... even when it wasn’t allowed, knew it anyway. Now

How is it that my goodness
exists within evil,
love and hate are two differences,
yet here I am among the wrong
and the fear of becoming afraid
has never left me.

I have always thrived in my love
but all that I am is not liberated

and it is the curiosity
of sin,
that keeps my love alive.

During your life, you hear this well:
it is not for you, but from you,
that death gives life to me.

Now is always, and never is good,
as everyone understands,
you are here, always seeking more.

Death is me, not from me.
Unaware, never is you,
and you —that’s me,
always.

Since then we died,
that’s why I found my birthplace.
We didn’t wake up in a life like a dream,
where we think we live to escape life,
and when we sleep, all we know
is that we are in dreamland,
living within that dream.

The answer lies beneath,
but the question remains suspended,
as time passes now
without confirmation from me.
During your life, you hear this well:
it is not for you, but from you,
that death gives life to me.

Now is always,
and never is good,
as everyone understands,
you are here, always seeking more.
Death is me, not from me.
Unaware, never is you,
and you—that’s me, always.

Near the ocean, a flute sings like a melody,
We remember it clearly, the warmth of candles
Standing tall on that giant brown wooden tree.

The sand, yellow, dancing in the loving woods,
A silhouette sleeps in the stillness of the sea;
I stray from who I am, struggling to breath.

Lost from the end, away from the dark,
A thousand pieces of wisdom across the sky,
The shadows play a journey on the light.

This beauty... standing alone in a love story,
To be the stillness, the fear, and a single thing,
Beyond the death in a dangerously cold life.

I take you with me,
through the time..
Make your thoughts flow
in wind like a rhyme.
You the one I seek,
to whisper in your ears:
Do not speak..
You can punish,
I will forgive.
I am like a raindrop,
falling on your lips..
Who am I?
Just you and me..
To be nothing..
Here to be.
We are infinite,
not existence..
Here we are,
through the distance.
I let you live,
but not to be..
To be a wonder,
in a world to see.