I've run far beyond the physical
gliding across the ground on an old pair
and as I tread through the sprinklers,
dripping like a full sponge
the water catches my eye
bright as a hole in the sky
each droplet reflects the abundant moonlight
'ntense as a flame, a sight for yearning eyes
stars shower around my very form
entrancing me, holding me firm to my spot
descending in various shapes
with no sign of stopping.
I couldn't complain.
I've sought nothing but wholesome encounters
genuine experiences, the fruits of my youth
having ripened long ago, equally desiring
only recently did I learn to extend my arms,
extend my arms and reach for the sky
else how would I a chance
to shower in the stars?
to bathe in the corona of life
and retain with me the genuinety
I had so desperately sought.