Flit a sky of words
in me,
let them swish
a garden of hopeful syntax
between the loose worlds
i make
with my hands.

A infinite stretch of dreams
i need their need
of me

i am unable to speak
of them, they hide
behind a curtain of humility
and a plethora of bad days.

i want to smile
percolated with a rainbow of things
i believe in,
even though
knowing they'll never come true.
These resurrection of sadness
steals through me
and while it takes its time
to bring me back to my knees,
i'll hope and sing and dream and write
and pretend that I'm an achievement.