lately, I have been living inside my pen for entire days,
dreaming of lilac afternoons that bloom only inside your heart,
which beats weary of internal rainstorms tapping on the membrane of your
soul
as you move in sleepwalk ballet and dance across the sky, fashioning voices
for the stars,
breathing the letters of an old lover's name into the tired memories of
our ocean.
together, we bared our lives under the angel lights dangling from the fingertips
of the dawn,
carrying everything we ever believed in into that fire that burned all
the things we ever loved
the things that we will bring to the train ride that goes only one way
into the past and never stops,
as we blow unto the ashes of broken nostalgia nestling outside the window
and forget the million fragments of hungry nights when the supernovas seemed
to die
when the voids which are painted in your eyes told stories of childhood
wings buried in the sand,
singing of forgotten beaches moving to the phantasmagoric tide of your
thoughts
and emancipating the concealed happiness floating deep within you
because I want to write the sadness off your quivering lips
and kiss the blank notebooks containing the words I lost from your mouth,
i want to translate the silence into your song
and share the poem of your entire being into the emptiness of the world,
i want to cover your ears with tender hands
so that i could shield you from the hollowness of his words and save you
from sorrow
and even though you hurt me so by frequently breaking your smiles,
i swear i won't ever think of leaving you
because even while you cry from behind wandering stars, in the twilight
where no one sees you
still i stand in the avenues inside your heart, waiting to fall prey to
rain.