The Sky & The Dreamer
I'm a dreamer that's beautifully broken,
With an intricate soul so woven,
Filled with ashes of my Phoenix embers,
Those pieces are kept to remember.
Maybe this is why...
Since I'm meant to fly...
I have always been
In love with the sky.
Or is it the darkness I feel all around?
It charges in, taking me down.
Feeling smothered, like I'm gonna drown.
Then get a glimpse of a light so profound.
That's when I look up.
How? I'm elevating!
To a space where the darkness can't reach me.
A realm that you're not breaching.
Eyes closed, fingertips grace the sky,
It's energy overtakes mine,
Wrapped in hope and love that's devine.
"Embrace this, don't open those eyes."
A clever line from my mind, though it's lies.
Open eyes plummet me to demise.
And to think, just for once, I was wise.
So I crave and yearn for my comfort, my sky.
I'm obsessed, I confess it.
Most broken dreamers are.
For there's way too great of a distance,
Between our hearts and the stars.