When the leaves hug themselves and bond with the ground
Times when faces lose colour and your finger tips let go of hope.
The place where your feelings wash up in flames
And the smell of your touch is abandoned by a reality that is beautiful.
You’ll realize it takes more than love to fill the spaces between the walls
And prayers can be mailed to the wrong addresses with no expected reply date
You’ll learn that pain can be comforting and burning your insides can bring about life.
Discover how dark rooms could allow you to be at your brightest
And how your dreams can hold you by the throat and crucify you with mindful strokes.
I hope you wane beautifully
I hope you wane peacefully
I hope you wane with my memories carried around the storm of your soul.