There is a teary eyed boy, they're big and brown
they taste, lick and breathe the watery sigh of the world.
He lives for autumn orange sunsets that weep with beginnings,
He lives for sharp cutting words that graze meadows in
his heart.
Dangerously free in an empty universe.
Violently happy in isolation, singing oceans of thought.
He keeps his feelings in flowery books.
Roots grow from his hands, they dance solemnly below
skies only too shallow to cradle their bellowing cries.
He is so unafraid to wither away,
For those timeless tears will burgeon a vast forest,
one where his little self can play like he once did.
Where dreams will soar in the ecstasy of sunlight.
There is a teary eyed boy,
He loves to quietly scream at the moon for being so far.
In sleep he begs to be reunited with stars.
He hides away from quiet smiles that brush dust
off his tenderness.
A light shines within and he will seek to find beauty under solitary clouds
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