What am I to do-
if the rain washes away
my left over dreams?
We rise from the ashes
dancing in the dirt.
Our feet full of clay,
drifting over the Earth.
We fall past into caves,
into the dark, into the black.
We swift with the wind,
chasing the orange leaves back.
Our whispers carry the stars,
our dreams linger on the moon.
We skip from galaxy to galaxy,
down into a lost tune.
We found our home in the sky,
sleeping on white beds
But the sun has yet to rise
and the cold is still a thin thread.
Our hands can cup the biggest stones,
defeat our greatest rivals.
But only light can cut the dark,
and dawn is just beyond the arrival.
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who introduced us,
leaving us forward in time?
What is this feeling?
What is that sound?
What is going to happen,
if my heart lets you in now?
When did the kisses start?
When did the butterflies die?
When did the ocean turn grey
and the salt water rise?
Where did the pain begin?
Where did your heart go?
Where is it hidden
left all alone?
Why am I crying?
Why can't I stop?
Why is the world crumbling
putting me here to rot?