chronicle

someday,
i would like to find myself
in a place where yesterday
does not exist
and tomorrows do not matter

i want to live
with people with no names
and their faces plain
no fancy colors, of fame
and knowledge
only lessons learned

i want to wear
my heart out on my sleeves
without fear
that love will ransom faith
with confused meanings
and mixed up words

i want to die
while the clouds sleep
and the stars do not flicker
when the moon would be patient
to hold the gates open
till i find home, near
a place
once called heaven

when today is gone
before someday ends
find my story
at every stone hurled
my way, painstakingly
written with bleeding veins
fell and failed
the last pages burnt
as my soul rises
above whines and cries
making bright
the last
fading days