there are some things we wish for,
and don't want
when you see a shooting star
and breathe a dream,
all the while praying it's a satellite
so the truth will be lost in abyss of the night.
Because the truth is some fantasies
can only be fantasies, uncontaminated by the facades
of this bloodied reality.
Because sometimes, we don't really want to know
what comes next,
like gazing into a crystal ball,
hoping for a clouded mess,
it's easier to imagine.
It's prettier to guess.
For the universe only presents us
with tasks we are capable of conquering.
And I'm not ready,
for you and I, you and I,
oh my darling, don't you cry.
Tomorrow, I fly.
I thought, for a moment, about seeking you out
but knew without a doubt
it would break what remains of we
and beauty beneath my blood,
my heart still pounds, my skin bumps at the mention
of your name.
You and I, you and I,
when it's time, it will be right,
but now, I'm wishing on a satellite
that I'll meet you again on the edge of forever
with the weeping sea beneath our feet.
You always told me you loved heights,
because everything is, and you just are,
but I was never brave enough to go that far.
I heard from a friend you were murmuring my name,
wondering if I was still okay,
sweet lovee, your dreams weren't lost amongst the stars,
a country is not that far.
It's just not time yet for these skies to fall,
for I know neither of us will come when the other calls.
They may see us waving from such great heights
You will never be forgotten, my gentle friend,
but for now, let's not remember
lest we fall off the edge.