I am yearning for the one who- 
 once whispered the sweetest verses of the blooming sparks. 
she stared into my withered soul and saw the deep craters, 
 where my bright hearts once inhabited. 
as I fill my eyes with a humble light,  
the birds who once accompanied me fly to their vengeful tears. 
Tell me why my heart is a spirit chained up by my selfish wishes- 
or why the leaves fly away, but I am forced to serve as company to the restless. 
the trees graze my fearful brain, as I shy away from the ones below. 
My time here is infinite for I am a broken clock in a rush of suffocating laughter 
My craters are my home,  
Yet they force me to present myself to a world that never saw my beauty. 
whisper to me the ashes of my broken memories- 
Tell me why I'm trapped in my selfish routine of worthless words. 
I will escape from time's grasp and float in the arms of the sun- 
for the sun is the only one who saw my beauty, 
and for that, I will walk by her side until the earth releases her anger-filled wrath.