things were made to stay
together with glue.
Burning grass, fiery sky,
see-through glass told
me what would remain
when I grew up.
When I was a child,
a smile from you made
my day even if it rained.
Burning stars, fiery nights,
see-through thoughts I took
to be my own.
When it fell apart I felt it
in my bones and blood,
my childhood ended sometime
and I felt it. Who knows
what time or date you
became my friend but
that's when my childhood
ended. Invincible you were.
Glorious in burning specatcle,
fiery oration, see-through hearts.
You opened my eyes to the good and to the evil.
When I tried to be the reflection of you
I was happy. When I did not know the facades.
I could imagine being no one else but you.
As a flower of your toils, when I was a child,
I was in your favor. Now that I am grown,
I no longer am shadowed by the blind light.
I see you for who you are.
Good you are. Great you are. Strong you are.
Selfless you are. Emotional you are. Insecure you are.
Hopeful yet deceiving. You encouraged me even when
you doubted me and perhaps yourself.
The glue of your heart surpasses any mortal revelation
I have uncovered, the kindness and floods of love
I have drowned in, have been my salvation.
The broken glass and my shredded photo are not in sight.
Perhaps my shattered heart fixates and makes amends.
Now, when I think back to your burning glory, fiery love
and see-through reminiscence. In theory I
achieve boldness in the grace of your embrace.
In this moment of fleeting wisdom, I choose to be here.
I choose to be with you. I choose to love you and
maybe we're down to the last drop of glue and that little
piece of scotch tape is no longer adhesive, but in the reflection
of myself in the sky and the sea, I see the one thing I have longed to be.
I see you.
