He flasks love pained into ivory for a better safe keeping;

Touching the feathers on her face

Might be the only way of truly seeing the sky.

Still he continues to chase away all marks deepening his happiness

Against a cold wave of relief to dive down into black waters.

His colored eyes display the affection he craves to gain

In the midst of all other joyous souls he observes from afar.

He is not the only one who sets on their death wish.

There are more who seek past their needs and plunge

Into materialism on the consent of absences.