In the beginning
A bit of dew descends
On the charred soul
An unknown force, reborn;

Blue winged beautiful sky
Blasted with the insecurities;
Rising from the pitch black dark,
I see the moon and stars,
Dancing to my tune.

In that moment,
How did the flowers conquer my line,
Can’t speak out the chime
Of my emotions.

Yet,

This titillating feeling
Forbidding my heart to give up;
I see you,
My brilliant light,
Amongst all the feeble frivolities,
Not a fantasy, but a dream
Grips the depth of my heart.
Brimming with the eyes of a child,
I’m alive.