Youth

This twilight proves marvelous
as moonbeams light these eyes
whilst looking heavenward to our shadowing sky
I close my sight’s doors, I see no more

Goodbye, goodbye

This sound defeat through which dreams are daintily revealed
shyly, willingly

passing through this delicate realm where real is no longer real
bravely, gallantly

they appear holding secret truths in their pale hands
with tears in their eyes & an hourglass full of sand

I slowly opened this kiss-sealed letter:
“You are over, but you are never better.”

In life awake, you must forever know
that stars are seen clearly once you learn to let go.

(I like to speak in poetry sometimes)