And what is more beautiful than time, south of space and west of your heart?
Words that flow from a soul bound for the moon, echo the click of your footsteps;
As if in a deserted alley,
Click.
What if you could deceive Mars, climb the ladder to Venus;
Would your mind still be eternal as possibility?
For this is the world we’ve made, the life we’ve dreamed to life,
A word we’ve crafted letter by letter, a letter we’ve sent to the depths of the sea.
As their ashes would have it, against the flow of the river mixed with tears of my Sun
The thought the world never deserved and will never have, the tears
of my Sun, stood over the water.
The never ending autumn of sobriety, suited up in wait;
The sound of silence, glass in hand, when she fulfills your fate.
My Sun, stood over the future.
Part the curtains, shed a ray more, or two;
The bittersweet taste of crimson, the warmth of a departure,
Brings the light of summer in the constellations.
Where the sky is always full of stars,
Where venom is withheld, and in my place an ache
For home, a petal forlorn.
Click.