Sleep

Sitting next to the windowsill
wondering how lonely moon must be feeling too
loneliness of a moon among so many stars and
the screams of a burning sun reminds me of you

praying next to a shrine
i recall how this upcoming generation talks about loosing faith
and i smile to myself wondering if they could be with you for sometime
they might understand that the answers are never found by a blade

walking along with river
i see pisces running faster than time
they have all the colors of life on them
and they teach me how to surf on tides

humming to my soul
while watching these lovers walking hand in hand
this spring garden has all the leaves of love on the ground
and i am giving company to my soul in my wasteland

looking at the twilight
i see the emerging of water and flames
and i keep staring at those beautiful clouds
knowing they cry more than us, they have more pain

so tell me something love
with all these thoughts in my mind to keep
as i visualize all the beauties and pain from your eyes
do you think these nights are meant for me to sleep?