waters of the purple monsoon
run fast, as roses in wind and an
endless stream of cookies and cream.
yet, sweet and delicate are the lips
of an untamed benevolence that
radiates from the reckless passion of a
dazzling dance between rain and fire.
eyes, like humble gateways to the
depths of my boundless sea -
a glimpse into the weary hope of
my hollow coves, but still, a hope;
to be more of the man i dared not be.
and while all i ever learnt from love
was to love, you are the redeeming tear
of the clouds; the scorching strength of
the world. you are language made clear,
clarity after pain, and my daydream
destination. you are the peace of wild
moons, the ferocious capacity of dauntless
trees, and the melody that intertwines like
spiralling honey glistening with an incredibly
stunning beauty that fills the cracks in my skin
and satiates the thirst of a void that is
my empty heart. you are the glitter of
the fairies, the queen of strawberries.
and for the love and life of me, the spark
to my dying sun, my fresh inferno on the run.