The best I find, in your graceful yet petrifying expressions
Glorious mindful thoughts of amber
My chains surround you like thorns on a rose
For you’re the best I don’t hold for me.
You strike from the heaven above, like a star
Demolish all my insecurities, my peasant self
You.
Ambition and lust, crave not must.
I silently wait… and hope, you’ll see me in a small pond
And grasp me with your firm hands
Break my bones and open my cage
Find something one can’t hope for.
And even if I’m doomed to wander..
Keep me close and say my prayer.