Paramount

The days awaken you like the sea does the sand.

You know your life and always will, like the sea knows the shore,

and like I know and forget you.

I reminisce at your features, like the tar does the clouds.

You round and marble, and like popcorn, you thread yourself.

I lost you, I found you.

The feelings of desires get lost away from you, like a dream,

something strange happens, and you ask yourself “Is this for real?”

You feel your destiny, your taste, your battle.

The zest for life is great, and like an energized lemon,

you lurk your way into a decadent cheesecake.

The rind is sweet with strawberries… it tastes well.

The dancers dare to dream, like the boxer does his match.

Your fight, push, and tug, and like a brace,

I hold onto nothing, and I say to myself, “My hands are empty.”

The days embrace every second, like a rainbow does the rain.

I don’t know my aspirations, and like my dealerships”

the destinations are crossroads, are empty trolleys.

Your existence is amazing, like the joyfulness crowds do,

everything flickers among the storm, and you firm like lightening.

I fasten onto your branches; to tug me through.

The stars bloom in the sky, like the sun rays bathe the ground.

You know how to love, but never knew love, and now,

I have found the treasure I’ve been looking for.

The days awaken you like the sea does the sand.

You’re still unfamiliar to yourself, and like an abandoned rose,

you’ve lost yourself, and I’ve discovered this.