How disheartening it is
What life shoves down our throats
In my pockets lie the fractured sand and the sharpness of sludge
And the sweets I never get to taste in time
So I weaved a lucid dream
With the passing in an hourglass
Just so we don’t need to rise any more
I lead you away from the crowd, and place you under the tree
Your quiet eyes stopped wandering
Igniting the silence in my chest
Which falls into your hands
Turning into sealing wax that melts like gold
A rhetoric of invitation
The night that slipped away from my ears sounded a lot like rain
The forest canopy that lost its clouds
Moonlight kept falling between our eyes
The Milky Way pours into tree holes
And the searing wind began to blow
Unshared thoughts sprint across sleepless nights, splashing an explosion of colors
Filling the yet to meet motley in a blink of an eye
The Milky way leaks in between tree-tops, lighting up forgotten lamps
Two stars resonating in the frequency of 52 hertz
Swaying, swaying
Drifting away with the heart of a dandelion
Holding the fishing line of dreams
A white deer gazes into my morning