Just one spark,
one connection,
to start the lines
and break the fences
into your land,
strange and yet so known,
familiar face that you are
a high star
but I don’t yet have the wings
to rise that far
maybe it was an accident
that our paths crossed
but now the knowingness
is indelible…
as untouchable as it is
in my own heart
you have carved out a space
that I don’t have the right to invade
just watching it from the distance;
I have to find the way
to make it my own
as you end the line
saying, “don’t hope”.
Some treasures must be left within
to let them leave behind traces
as I work, and wish, silently,
for a reprise.
“Dear star, come back
when I have something more to give
than my humble self
to live out your dreams
through me,
and the voice that I seek
that could turn into the arrow
you pierce into many hearts
to make them yours;
Until then, leave me a humble space
of a brick,
wedged in one of the pillars
of your grand kingdom,
that allows me
to put my ear close,
and listen”
~ Thank You Lezz Sir for lifting me up from the darkness
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