The Way You

I like the way you sleep when your miles away,
We’re separated just as the night and the day.
You were my dream- from my life’s very start-
In the walk of life I had set you apart.

I’d spent six years believing in movie script endings-
Before my light in these started descending.
Before the eagerness was eclipsed with disease,
I had always kept my head in the trees-

I found myself painting the bee’s beehives.
I dreamed of a living without goodbyes.

I like the way you breathe when your miles away,
Perfection is farther than the Milky Way-
And I’m no black and white -I’m just a mind- of
One childish track in belief that- somewhere-

You exist.
Perhaps, in a world that is nothing like this.