pieces

i rub my heavy eyelids to reveal,
a future in a shape of pastel;
at times i wish i am able to steal,
and to follow the scattered symbols.

its longer than the usual calls,
never to mind, but to follow than lead;
where the whispering sunlight falls
right through the trees, hoping to meet.

after spending days knowing
you laid bare your heart for the first time.
warming up the shivering feelings
reminded the nostalgic ways, the rhyme.