A thousand endeavors,

A stage of glory

Praise

And waves of admiration

Are no comparison for

Your face

Three inches from mine

Your gaze

Settling on my lashes

And your mind

Is of mine, for mine

For however fleeting a moment

In the sea of wanting

Forgetting

and pretending

I will wait for the day,

When I can finally tell you,

That I love you.

When I wouldn’t feel myself shattered,

Evaporated,

Disappearing. 

All the boundaries breaking.

Shame and despair

Overflowing.

I will tell you, 

How I see you. 

The shades cast under the sun,

The glares blended into the gentle moonlight, 

The cruelty of the deep ocean,

The mercy of the icy mountain.

I embrace you,
While walking away from you. 

I will tell you,

How I see myself.

Heart softening, 

Melting,

Opening and Emptied.

But I keep going, 

I am inspired, I am living.  

Even after nightmares of tears, 

Overwhelmed my longing being.

Because I am waiting for the day,

When I will finally tell you,

That I love and loved you.

When I can tell it as a fairy tale, 

And secretly replace the girl’s name

With my own. 

When I can afford this love known.  

When I can truly love you. 

I dreamt a hand from above

A crack, some fresh air

A glimpse of rosy sky

Some resonating proof

That in this groove

I exist

Not by myself

Give me a hand from above

Would you

A calming song, some dim light

A pat on my heart

Some magical shoes

That give me the length

In which I can evolve

I would just like a hand from above

A gesture of hope

A sound of trust

A mirror for the faith

Water for the fish

That gives me the strength

In my resolve

I am lifted towards

Nothing but the beautiful truth

While wishfully watching

Dreaming about a hand from above

Many times I have earned glory

Only to be paid with suffering further

Many times I have been wild with joy

Only to be pained a thousand times deeper

Many times I have seen rainbows after storms

Only to have my soul torn apart

Many times I have gotten closer to happiness

Only to be rewarded a bruised heart

Where are we all going?

Who could hear my burning questions?

What has dignity become?

Who would console my roaring agitation?

We should all look for reasons

To act like just everybody else

Or should we break this prison

Stride forward

With broken limbs but determination

Many people are running

But never leave

Many people are living

But as if they were dead

Many people claim to love

But push each other apart

Many people laugh

But with tears hiding in the dark

Where are we all going?

Who is wise enough to face the truth?

What has life become?

Who is old enough to read our palms?

We should all look for excuses

To live the way we did yesterday

Or should we spring wings

Fly away

With gleaming fury but dazzling dreams

To be, rather than to seem

To decorate time with life

To make time with civilizations

To live, until we die

When everywhere else gets dark

That’s when it starts

When the tree starts to sing

The moonlight starts to flow

When the sound starts to fade

The air starts to brush

The fairy starts to emerge

When the melody starts to touch souls

Just as the sparkles in your eyes

Touch hearts

When the stroke starts to foster dreams

Just as the fire in my heart

Foster love

That’s when it embarks

Closer, and closer again

Getting awfully close

Only to be turned away

Faster, and faster again

Getting awfully fast

Only to be strained within

Gentler, and gentler again

Getting awfully gentle

Only to be pushed against

Slower, and slower again

Getting awfully slow

Only to be left afar

How many steps more, till the end

Or this dance with you

Can it never end