I wake up to find myself
breathing in the sun of another day.
Another new morning to face.
Another set of hours to find you.
.
You're not joy. Not desire.
Not elation. Not surprise.
Of them, I've seen enough.
For them, I've survived enough.
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You are happiness. You are peace.
You're when someone feels at home
even in the strangest corners of this world.
Even with the rarest souls on this earth.
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I have sought you out in stories, and in songs.
In colours. In crafts. In people. In places.
You evade me everywhere, however, as if
You'd rather perish than be within my heart.
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You are tranquillity. You are rest.
You are the answer that my soul seeks
Among the melting hues of dusk and of dawn.
Among the million fires of the midnight sky.
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So often I dream of the moment when I'd find you.
Perhaps it'd be on a seashore, at the dead of night,
the tides kissing the sand away from my toes.
.
I’d see you walk towards me with open arms,
Ready to heal each one of my scars with a touch.
Ready to make me breathe in again, the sun of a fresh day.
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