Your lines

I draw
your lines
with my fingertips

So that you will remain in my mind

Morning silence
hear my prayer
the one I whisper without saying anything

I beg of you
Let this one to be full of joy and happiness

Earliest
way too bright rays of the sun
color the sky
with their arrogant glow

And you are so beautiful
that it ache me
all the way down in my deepest existence

The desire to rip
drag
each and every shadow of the night
back again
in their place
which I wish they could stay