the spirit

and her downfall

I am one with the air

Between breathless breaths, I pass through their souls,

their gravities centered, their minds controlled

As I pull with my strings, the puppets of this show

follow my script, and the story unfolds

I am one with the rain

Beneath an umbrella, two hands intertwine

The noise of rainfall trapping their heartbeats inside

With each droplet she feels trailing down her lips,

his passion would win over the cold in pure bliss

I sing of hymns and serenades,

read novels of heat and passion,

of drizzles and storms

I say they are mere fools for love,

yet I a sucker for romance

for when the gaps close, no longer will there be space for air

I shall be left soaking by the sweet phrases these lovers shower upon each other,

left colorless as they paint their hearts in gold and silver,

left without a vessel to play the actor on the stage,

forever being the author, a spirit without an age