Motions move through my skin
like sea bound repercussions.
—To obey who art within—
…
How to scribble the words of a madman speaking on point,
through mouths of recreation
& subjects of joint.
Shall be one to hold
& one to see,
Shall be one for the masses,
lightening the load for thee.
Where art thou in a pond of pity,
but under the miracle of a soul-bound lily.
To speak above the moment of own,
to learn to love the grace one’s shown.
To be with thou everlasting soul,
To be & to sow of what I reap & console.
I call for your sweetness on nights like these,
when the seven days aren’t passing,
& I’m no longer praying as a tease.
All those seconds,
in-fact,
every single one—
I was playing,
the dedicated role
of a sun.
I was & am still shining right through,
all the lines I memorized
& related to you.
For friendship is just that,
a leaf to a tree,
the bound understanding that you need me—
& selfless it is for it glorifies infinitely.
To share your lightness & boundless energy,
I thank you for being grateful to me.
