It was a stupid decision
My idiotic innocence
I yearned to be liked
I Yearned to be loved by you
A love that was hope
That was what the poetry of stars were about
The love that was a journey
Rain storm hail summer and autumn
Spring
The holy spring
Flowers and birds
I yearned for the love
I wish I could travel back and laugh at myself

I knew i was a Loyal Soldier
Fought for you
Your kingdom your dreams
Did you think Twice
Before you executed me
As you watched a lifeless body cling to your ropes
Did you see my loyal scars

I want to hide behind the laugh
In the crests and falls of the chapped sound
I want to traverse through the mind
Silently swagger and order the havoc
Caress the restless heart
The brewing storms

And curl up around
The wild forest of your head

On his knees
Head bent low
Withered lips whispered to the
Shaking earth
Blood seeped out of his heart
To the wet roots

The foliage prepared a eulogy
For the lonely warrior
With bleeding eyes
As he sang the song fo his life to
The roots of the willow
Red and green and red and green

And the wind carried the scent of his
Story
To a heart full of wild lillies
Far way
Amidst the greens and reds

A million stories played in her head
Thousand poems swam in her eyes
It was as if a window opened in her heart
And hundreds of birds flew out
With her hands outstretched
She traced an oath

On the horizon
In green and red
Drizzled in history
A story grew
Silenced by years
Years and years
Of wings flapping
And footsteps flowing ...

There is a tattoo
Of a timid blue catterpillar
Curled around a crescent Moon
Slow strokes done to perfection
Astonishing fingers prayed over it

And one day amidst the
Bronze storm and Foggy dreams
Slowly she could see
Two ice blue wings embracing
The waning Moon