The patriotic wanderer
Nonfictional rise of the sun...

Upon melodies carried by chariots
Sweeping steadily towards the lonesome stars...

Birth of a flower, when living seemed so sour...
Swift as a knifewound your eyes open to greet me...

Hangover from your kiss, the sweetest smiles still...
Anticipating the silence, scars on your lower back...

I miss the way you smiled at me when I listened to...
I miss the smell of your hair...

One thousand melodies in tune,
the guitar stings emit my tears tonight...

I love the warmth,
When the sun burns out my eyes...