am I nothing more than comet’s blood trailing through the sky?
squandered lost and ill fought wars within a broken heart?
day or night to call my name would answer with a lie,
and tear within me soul and mind for naught less than their art?
but you, your words and pretty eyes have made me realize,
within expanse of voided space a shift of red we weave,
and if I gaze upon your lips who cut me down to size,
finding nothing within self except a thing to leave,
now ever yonder on the shore- a million miles away,
I see a promise and a dream- I see a light of yore,
as though the silkiest of dreams a spotted milky way,
and skin like pearls and still desire something so much more,
though you may run and I may hide- the moon it passes by,
and tranquility does defy the darkness on the side,
so stretch out hands as I come close and tears begin to cry,
before the burden was a rose a seed they had to hide,
alike a petal trail of dust was hidden by the day,
and in your arms that spiral out I see the light and truth,
of every dream I ever knew that sought me in the way,
but gnashing down I bit my lip and sadly lost a tooth.