Him

I see stars dwelling in the black water above
I see his eyes and somehow see those stars in them
I see the cosmos, it dwells so bright
I see how it sometimes shrinks
and sometimes it expands
And I see it all within the black drops of his amusing eyes

The time goes by as the backdrop changes
The leaves turn gold, once they were green
What a pity they eventually die and fall:
I think I will end up alike,
But sometimes I feel
He might save me from my spite
And so in one of these days,
As the sun shies away, after all its so-called glory
behind the mountains and the unknown horizon
And the purple hue embraces me from all sides
I walk past the stone pavements,
Heavy in breath but carrying the frenzy blissfully quite
Like a moth, I crave for his light,
The light that shines more than the sun's all bright

Breathing sometimes high, sometimes low
And like a crazy country musician,
who dazzles with the tunes of his guitar,
I flutter sometimes, and sometimes I fall
High above in the upper air,
I want to breathe and feel
And keep walking past these turn of events
Past the history in making
Past the throat wrenching longings
Past the burden of existence
Past the beginning of a big bang
Past the randomness of the moment
Oh those moments, that were once like each moment
But why aren't they anymore?

I want to skip a beat, I want to play a bit
I want to smile and feel his true feel
I see a man before me, his laughter makes me cry
I want to steal the twinkle of his eyes:
His jar is full, while I awe at him all dry
I want to store his happiness in mine
But then, why am I afraid to give it a try?

The road is dark and the woods are scary
And I have to travel miles to hold him tight
Thus... I love him enough to let him go.
And so he goes, all smiling
While I crunch inside out for his last look
Or maybe a wink from behind his shoulders
He keeps walking that carefree walk of his
And departs from my aisle of mystery
To embrace new cities and continents
And advance in his prehistory

One of these days,
when I was born and raised,
Among laughter and summer haze
And broken down upon the truth of life: Death
And reborn with the spark of Love,
Like a madist, I blossom and wither in the garden of life
But I now wait by the moons and all those gods,
And like the waves that disappear into the mighty ocean
I see him disappear out of my sight
Out on the ship, it cuts the waves and goes into nothingness,
I wait for the flickering light to diminish in the darkness,
And so, I let him go for he has endeavors to cover
And I have so much more to suffer,
And miles so many, myself, to cover.

Oct, 15th, 2016