Screams

The ashes and the sand are dancing with my blood in twirling whirlwinds of desire,
as the chafing of my jagged wings makes my back arc with pain.

And the whimpers coming out of my mouth sound like a thousand sandpaper harmonica waiting to be led into the silence of my everlasting faith.


Wait.
For me to come.
Wait.
For this to end.

Try to make my paper napkin sow my lips together as the chocolate is quietly driven away.
Where are screams born to travel sound in this place?
It isn’t as important as knowing they’re ours to teach to fly.

I beg you on my knees to become my infinite dream as I teach flying lessons in the sky.
I want to see
My screams soar high
And want to hear their fulfilled ecstasies
Bear higher than us all.

For in the end
They are
The tellers of our burning thoughts
After we’re long gone
To the star in the sky
That is neither east, nor west
Nor south or north

Pull me away
Into a direction that is not a direction
But the purpose of a wandering lie.