if this is how happiness is, let it be always
i know my happiness cannot last.
i only hope for more content, sleepless nights, (do you know how rare those are
to come by?)
after exhausted dusks and lazy dawns
scrape across the skies like
and your eyes
flash behind mine,
and memories float through the pool of my mind
like uncertain(ty,) spinning
the brush of a bird's wing on my veined wrist is aching
with youth and freedom
and this summer is so fleeting,
ethereal like my entire(ty)
being, life, soul power.
i want to be young and naive and insanely, irrationally ignited, always.
(i know it cannot last.)