I’ll open the sky,
So to see how you fly,
Under blackening clouds:
Sky’s cases and shrouds.

I’ll shatter the sun
For more reasons than one.
Its brightness is blinding,
But hearts are worth finding.

The heavens! Let’s enter,
Just filling our center.
White wings on your back.
On your chest is a crack.

And you’re back in my arms,
From the hell of life’s harms.
And the pain that was shown,
To no fault, but my own.

Your lip…there’s a tear.
“From me?” That’s my fear.
And the truth is I know,
It’s from me, not a foe.

But don’t go quite yet.
It’s me you don’t get.
I’m trying to scream,
And put you on my team.

But…
Every-time…
Someone always…
Get’s you first…And.

I spend lifetimes trying
To forget seeing you flying
But, I’m bound to remember it later.

…under blackening clouds.