I am bold and may not have the courage
to fight a war or protest with action...

I trace on the poignant window
the echo that you left in my heart...

This inferior surface is how I am compared
an impeccable portrait on display...

You loom in the avenues of a dream where I...
somnolent under reputable bells, waiting for light...

I needed a smile
of confidence...

Vestigial wings
grant me the joy...

I never knew you were
so close to leaving...

She was not mine to love
and still I would give...

I hid under a reverberating seashell
while you scratched your defected fists...

The italicized clock
raises an arrow...

Flaming heart amidst the fire
of belligerent wings...

We are led by your star
raising glory above...