MS – XL

I wish that tear to be
so pure, a true drop-see;
Innocent expression, true,
conjured from the depths of me.

A sad apple’s biting taste,
sparrow hills, burning in haste.
Yet, my dress falls gracefully,
a journey from here to a serene there.

Ageless tears witness desire,
each frame a flash, my soul afire.
I wish for rain to dance with me,
and cloud-thunder only an eye-God sees.

What I am inside always,
just me, under the gaze of endless days.

:rev: 01.01.2024:

[orig: 04.15.2014]