Dear me

Dear me, hello, is it me you're looking for?

I have to admit, I haven't been neither quite nice, nor fairly dear to you lately.

Although I still think of you and love you bottomless, it is just that the gleam had been buried somewhere deeply in a hasted mind, entombed in the darkness of a simple being blind. Hidden, as an ember, burning underneath a mound of cinder.

On the top of the saltating tribes, the arena of ardently twirling vibes. Here where, ardor, devoutness and grace collide, I have abandoned you and long forgotten where that gleam resides.

Shall we bring the light upon or shall we let it die along?

Shaded, faded, blurry dream, open-mindness, brightness, let me in.

Do not abide where thoughts reside, instead of bending down in lies, make some space, let love and fate unveil their face.