The skies have always been so free to me
But clouded they’ve grown
As each day I step wearily
Through the calm of an age-full breeze
With nothing to show
But the bleach of my dreams.
It flows upon my scars, voice, and spine.
Within its white drought
My self is defined.
A youth so defiled seeks to question why
My grip of hollow stone
Fills with a quickening sand.
As I,
Lay not alone upon this grassy knoll
A weed-full and weathered, gravel-less road.
The world may walk on me, I’ll remain below
To guide as I follow, still holding this stole.
I stare at the clouds with such disbelief.
Shown through the wisps
Are crystalline memories.
Such beautiful droplets, glow to the night.
Slowly they’re spiraling
So insurmountably
A reflection of hazelnut eyes
The quickening pace
Of my pulsing white sand.
As I,
Lay not alone upon this grassy knoll
A weed-full and weathered, gravel-less road.
The world may walk on me, I’ll remain below
To guide as I follow, still holding this stole.
For you, my chandelier sunset.
I stare to your light through days.
Guide me to beautiful horizon
And let me awake when you stay.
I never had fathomed this could come to be.
My penniless soul reaches out not so beggarly
But to give away the few trifles it bleeds
And pray that someone high above it will see.
Grown silent so long with nothing to relieve
But then, emptiness once again began to creak.
My chandelier sunset, please always breathe
And whiten the sand I pour to my souls quickening.
As I,
Lay not alone upon this grassy knoll
A weed-full and weathered, gravel-less road.
The world may walk on me, I’ll remain below
To guide as I follow, still holding this stole.
For you, my chandelier sunset.
I stare to your light through days.
Guide me to beautiful horizon
And let me awake when you stay.