You will think of a haze of color and light when you think of me,
remember the shifting of a kaleidoscope when you fall asleep.
Under your eyelids past tears and nightmares, there is something that unceasingly glows—
a memory in your eyes that the soul softly holds.
And so you sleep, and so you dream.
And so you hope to spread your dust ridden wings.
We did these things in our youth,
we spread our wings and we lied to the truth.
We found darkness, we sought light,
we seeked many and beautiful things.
In the city
where the graves of beautiful days are marked by dappled sunsets cast over skylines,
for us the harsh night never rests.
The cold air of midnight sets snowflakes into our lungs,
it is because of this that we will become.
We live in a trance; for the sunrise we’re seeking.
With glass in our eyes, this midnight, we’re dreaming.
Opposite to us, the stars belong to the night.
They long for the darkness, so they can paint the sky.
A daring thought might say to let the stars burn your eyes,
a nightmaring person might desperately collect fireflies.
But the time of shooting stars still has yet to begin, we’ll be graceful in our descent while we let our minds spin.
The stone foundation of a darkened sky,
paired with the thin-voiced singing of the deep twilight.
Observing this is human, our existence is divine.
And when the sun comes back around,
and when the stars lose their glow and fall down…
I hope the kaleidoscope falls apart.
I hope that the sunlight fills your youthful heart.
