Am I Dreaming?

From fire to ash,

the vitality of our harmony

quickly quivered into hibernation.

I implored to see you one day,

oh, i wailed while sweating in prayer.

And this my friend,

I always trusted.

As time gorged away,

those ashes resurrected into a root of growth.

Gently and slowly blooming

into what is called magic.

Our friendship was just an unfinished painting,

with undeniable mistakes,

taking an era to dry and to heal.

And while the seasons will pass,

one will just stare

and begin to recognize

that the flaws

of an unpolished dented gem,

will always simply be,

a masterpiece.

It’s beautiful.

The affection was have for one another

has become a prodigy.

And i will continually thank the world

for you to be in my life again.