(there are worst fates then being alone)

He sees me and is awe-struck by the

beautiful idea of his own making;

He falls madly in love, not with me but with

His own one-sided proposition.

He says he wants me but doesn't understand why

I am not willing;

He chases but I run

Faster than his dreaming feet.

His heart is a ready-made cage

Just ike the one I escaped before;

My wings have now fully sprouted

It is the sky that I crave......

Flapping my wings I could see over the horizon

Of magic lands more spacious than his crowded room.

Mystical words echo in the salty wind above the ocean

Whispering something I could not yet fathom...

My lonely heart, do not despair,

There are worst fates than being alone.

If you only knew how long the sacred lands have been waiting

To be unlocked by your secret songs.

Follow your passion like the fireflies in the darkest night

Hum with the silence that's louder than thunder

Laugh unashamedly when everyone is full of bother

Be a muse and be very very amused

My lonely heart, do not despair,

There are worst fates than being alone.

If you only knew how long the sacred lands have been waiting

To be unlocked by your secret songs.

---by Violet Flame