I’m with the shadow,
with the brightest stars in the verse
as I seek my symphony in the unknown.
I’m the beam of sunlight,
the one and only yours truly afterglow.
As the story begins to fall
I surrender my heart for you to
Although; “I Haven’t met the end of the
story to let go.”
Shall I rise with the sun?
Speak with the moon nearing lunar?
Or as so speak meet my soul halfway
for the hollow glow?