I’ll rather stare at you
than leak the words flowing thro’
the inside of me.
I’ll rather let silence earthen me
than loseen the whishes swaying/snitching in between
the deep of me.
I’ll rather sit still in the dark
than let your lightness cave the rising gates of my heart
I’ll rather cry a rainfall
let it drop down my cheeks
than unstiffen and let falsh-thoughts of you
sip my pulses away.
I’ll ease the tender rouses of my heart
i’ll twist the panoply of magic almost starting inside
i’ll let ashes drizzle on the ascending syn.
Earth shoots may rise
leaves may fade and en-dry
gray roots may foretell
i’ll rather not be sad.