To stop and touch the silk of your eye,
My light, a never-ending symphony, a muse.
Must you beam oe'r my barren self of a poor heart?
Why reach at the corners or prick against the thorns?
This free fall is woven with pain
Relief, freedom, and scars;
Be my cure
Hold your stand.
Exhausted to end this life I am,
Scattering petals blooming amidst the dew.
Dare not keep away from me now
Consider the newborn rhythm.
Walk away in ease yet words untold,
The stars may witness the footsteps I pursue