Departing with my desperate eyes, bleeding heart and exhausted soul. I depart with my precious stones of my love-tears. I depart enfolded with the song I could never sing – with the unending miles, I could never walk. I depart with a chaotic-farwell rapped carefully in my pouch of dreams. I depart with the dreams built with your soft smile and wild-eyes. I depart with the hurting dreams you cheerfully gifted my soul every now and then.
As I depart, I spread them under the same strange skies of yours. I will make them grow wild to fight the storm in your eyes. Making them taller than my inherited numbness. Taller than the greedy weeds in your garden with wild thorns – hurting the deepest part of my heart every time it calls in for you.
As I depart, forgive me of standing at a distance watching the greedy weeds grow in your chaotic garden – hugging you in nostalgia – watching you dancing enfolded fragile. But call for once – enfolded in chaos, for a reason even little while. Touch my exhausted soul and become to me encapsulated only in scents and smells – sounding and sighing attendant of a special native wind that will owe your gain of pain.
As I depart, I will go too far away – you may hear the whispers of a drain; not realizing it isn’t singing your last song. I am the drained in you – for the soul I cry, that’s you. For the soul I want to grow that is for you. I will be lily-livered this once to be a breathing – living –sane – me.
But before I depart, i want to be steeped in your eyes – listen to my last song I carefully fostered – for a reason, only for the reason that was you. I fostered like the dew grows on fronds – for my jasmine that is you. You shall dance as the golden sun downs – I and mine shall stay here a little while and look back at our miles we walked and stare at the stars that left me in dismal from under your palm fronds.