thought you were the wind in my sail

Now that you're afar but still so strong

It almost break my threads

As much as you try

You always loosen that bird on the fly

That sits on my shoulder side by side

And sings to me all the time of yours like a lullaby

For me time never changes us in my heart

So when my sea becomes barren

I play that little smile of yours

That takes me away from the land of

darks

I'm lost at sea

And there's no note of albatross

That sang to my mates

Early at the dawn

It's dark and the horizon never got any closer

I wonder how it was to be someone

With no caress, if again the sun will shine on my arms

Is it you? Is it me?

Cause when I look over

It's just sth I need

I can't risk my ship in this vehement storm

I can't hold your hand close to where I need warmth

But the birds still sing to me

And I play it on repeat

So I close my eyes in the midst of chaos

Your songs beating in my abundant heart

Like that of waves kissing the feet of his lost shore

Sweet creature,

My heart's running out of beat

And I've been tracing the wind like that of back of your hand

In the way most deliberately

Close your eyes and quietly follow me to the sky

To where cloud's not darkened

And eye's not sharpened

So I may rip my heart open

And set free

The ghost of you and me

You are not that flower

I picked by the river

To taste the soul

And leave it to the grass

To find its wind and change her path

More of a moonflower

I never desired to pluck

But hearted to see it bloom

Even if it's once in a blue moon

Tell me the dusk would be red

Like that of my breath between your pursed lips

Tell me you got my words

The one that flew to tell you about all the miles I've been through

if the moon shines on you

For you to open your eyes

Blossom would be my life

And tonight, I'll dissolve in the sky.

from downs of incline and heights of pine

It never seems to die.

Somedays stopping by woods comes Frost dropping by

And ahead lays two roads and I took the one less traveled by.

On a breaking dawn I think of father

Does he see pink and purple of lavender sea I see?

Or is he down by the pole walking on frozen floors?

He is not dead. I tell people. They never tend to believe. So I just tell myself, his car crashed, but he still lives.

Every sunset I miss my sisters

Hoping they must have found someone to share tea and shoulder to shed tears.

Sky changes it's colour like kaleidoscope

Every night the darkness puts on a good show

Here, something more than stars is seen

And I need no telescope.

Kodaline's fading from my broken car radio

Smoke's flying away

And remanats fading in grays.

My life was a car ride

and moments were songs

Wait, I still have the broken car radio

Let me put on a song

I might be dead

But across the universe, life still goes on.

- amna imam

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