Once,
I heard you sing...
your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...
your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...
I thought I knew
my place in the world...
You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...
You are my unwanted beacon,
accidentally precious...
I still remember your eyes
and how they made my world open (as wide...
Within the colours and contours
that shape us, your words were like a cure...
The stars in your eyes, staring like the sky
into my glass and mercury - through steam to defy...
In darkness shivering stark and cold,
you rise to walk with blackened soles...
But whenever I try to speak, my words and your tears would always evaporate into the silent memories of water. |
Sometimes, I wished I knew how to really tell you things: like how our friendship isn’t imaginary, that I’m really there … and that you’re never completely alone. |
To be by your side for so much (and yet so little) of eternity - it really was as beautiful as it seemed. |