Like
a stone unturned
you
shall never confess
a
love so deep kept within
and
so you hide from the black
and
blend into your central nothingness
that
you, yourself created
forgotten
secret it will be
between
you and the fancy
of
dreaming and only wanting to dream
so
to speak, from those words,
only
potent on the shore of your beliefs
to
that final approach on the other side
you'll
see, kites fly so easily
kites
are never, without the air to take it
so
as the fancy little thing you keep
does
not exist without you
yes,
without you...