This Little Life of Mine

until the evening rests my eyes

and these roots lay dull and dry

tightly will i hold, 

onto this little 

life of mine

under all the stars i’ve seen

still there sits just one of me

if only rivers turned to seas

then i would never 

have to leave

aside skies of empty chatter

came all those thoughts 

i thought had mattered

all those raindrops 

filled with worry

that fell like paint 

i never splattered

across my dreams

i have discovered

an empty canvas 

I’ll once had covered

as these leaves

long for another

i’ll try my best

to see the color