Solace

Do not ask me to define the finer things or how to untie those strings teach me to see I do not remember what neatness brings I'm not sure what completeness means I'm well aware- a scent the breeze will wear. I close my windows I breathe a different kind of air I will not flee there's a color it reaches a part of me not in shadow not in light I have never seen such a sight kiss my heart and wish my darkness goodnight