I’m a girl with eyes like a pre-sunset ocean. A girl with crumpled roses and unrequited wishes, underneath a sky of blue longings. At dawn I can see my reflection on broken glass; a million fragments of possibilities / regret / grief / hope.
The moon is shaped like a fragment from a dream about you. I remember your eyes leaking the blue of the sky. & I thought I could almost reach you.
I’m trailing a light, a whisper, an echo or a promise. Are you still here? Your voice is etched on me… Moonlit dreams run in my veins, and I can’t let go.
I keep clutching on my fragile dreams.
The last petal still clings, but we are running out of time.
Are you still here?