of endless skies
and thousand dreams
in this lifetime,
my life begins
I'll show my wings
and live with saints

of past stains and miseries
I was then ashamed
my friends untamed
under my death bed
from where I hid
these various confessions
from where I bled
myself to danger
in permanent slumber

yet now, the roaring skies
begin to harmonize
and today is a new day,
a new phase to walk away
from what was left behind,
to wash away the bloodstains
screaming underneath

today, the sun radiates
so blissfully its sheer enthusiasm
upon which I have grown
very much familiar with
and the moon no longer
makes me feel less alone

of nonstop tears
and youthful years
I pray to God
what time could
never heal.

-c.v.