Burning breaths as they slowly reap
The last words of a stolen soul:
Something beyond the blink of an eye,
And beyond the understanding of a heart;
Like a river of deep melodies
That play on the sound of beats :
As they echo, as they pierce
The flow of emotions
One mind can’t escape from.
I ran on the wings of poesy
Because all I needed was to ascend.
I could not fly, escape gravity;
So I did what I could:
I took my chances
Against all odds,
And I flew, I soared.
I saw an end and I saw a means,
I saw a beginning drawing near:
The heart and the soul
Wish to be pierced
And the mind needs to be assured.
And there is something so tensed:
Something left in the depth
Of a sinking boat
Looking for a harbor,
Of a rising star
Waiting for a wisher,
Of me. Of my soul:
So stuffed. So glued.
So healed. So loved.
So truly true.