lately, I have been living inside my pen for entire days,
dreaming of lilac afternoons that bloom only inside your heart,
which beats weary of internal rainstorms tapping on the membrane of your soul
as you move in sleepwalk ballet and dance across the sky, fashioning voices for the stars,
breathing the letters of an old lover's name into the tired memories of our ocean.

together, we bared our lives under the angel lights dangling from the fingertips of the dawn,
carrying everything we ever believed in into that fire that burned all the things we ever loved
the things that we will bring to the train ride that goes only one way into the past and never stops,
as we blow unto the ashes of broken nostalgia nestling outside the window
and forget the million fragments of hungry nights when the supernovas seemed to die
when the voids which are painted in your eyes told stories of childhood wings buried in the sand,
singing of forgotten beaches moving to the phantasmagoric tide of your thoughts
and emancipating the concealed happiness floating deep within you

because I want to write the sadness off your quivering lips
and kiss the blank notebooks containing the words I lost from your mouth,

i want to translate the silence into your song
and share the poem of your entire being into the emptiness of the world,

i want to cover your ears with tender hands
so that i could shield you from the hollowness of his words and save you from sorrow

and even though you hurt me so by frequently breaking your smiles,
i swear i won't ever think of leaving you

because even while you cry from behind wandering stars, in the twilight where no one sees you
still i stand in the avenues inside your heart, waiting to fall prey to rain.