my heart melts with an aching wish,
the longing, yearning, burning desire
to be purely blissful among the rich,
so poke, feed and fuel the inner fire

at dusk i watch the shooting star,
and i whisper to it all my reflections
yet it feels like adding salt to the scar,
until my dreams become my intentions

in the midst of this swirling storm,
i choose to smile in fiery persistence
for in optimism dreams take form,
emerging immaculately to existence

Behold i rise above the voice of doubt,
fierce and bold yet calm and serene
amidst a tide its my choice to abound,
the warmth of possibility tastes so sweet.