To spend the days wondering
Whether blue or grey will see.
To see the studded stars at night
And count how many you may kiss.
To touch the glass blades with your nose
And sniff the fine, forgotten, fairy dust.
To mingle tears with laughter
And see how drunken bliss can be.
To caress the lonely moon
And hold the saddened tunes.
To see the blurring lines
That separate our midnight dreams.
To prod ourselves awake
And see the dying sunset glow.
To sense all intertwining links
That chain our deeds and thoughts.
To behold our infinite existence
With glassy, dreamy eyes.
To Live
In everything and ourselves.

~Boethas~

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