Joys are cherubic in this land.
Love is ephemeral when goes hand in hand.
I love the breeze and the sand.
Music in the breeze, I was once in a band.
Every time I remember you, your face, your eyes
The dye in my face dies, revealing sighs,
Moments matter and we live in some such whys,
Always, ever again, downtrodden bye byes.
I would love to meet you several times,
I would love to hold hands with you several more times,
Run my arms across your eye which shines
and feigns ignorance to my state within my spine.
I have loved you, God knows how many times,
I told you, an unfulfilled wish, cackling mimes,
I still wish I could just live with you through the grimes,
Place my head on your shoulders and rhyme.
But, the world stands as a foe, trying to see
What I do, when the spear digs deep in my tee,
The bones break or I breathe again during the wee,
It was always you and would never be me.
But then I tried yet I remain wherever I was within you,
I would slowly pull over making way to your view,
As I recede in the mountains of known and unknown hue,
I would still be happy to know you exist in the queue.
Yet, I can never reach you
The world is a wall few
fought and few could see and sew
Yet, I would be happy for you,
Slowly dying holding the dew
By the beautiful silent and calm view.