Black

like a mirror bends to gaze
take heart
for envy lasts
to watch a leap turn to a fall
to see the waters flowing above
a mesmerising sight

to feel incompetent yet true
to taunt the stillness of the heart
with hands deep inside pockets
must feel nice the breeze on ur face
as a song plays
envy be you

the circles in motion
of love and error
to hear laments grow warm inside you
to see paths framed in wet lands ahead
and footprints sold to transience
must feel gold

how would u feel inside the dark
moving so close yet unknown
like the sky behind the sun
waiting
hoping