If my moon is calling your waves
and my colours awaken your soul,
then my walls need to crumble.
My reflection shivers in your window
when the sun rises at midnight.
Ride with me on our last breath.
We will meet again
in sandcastles built on clouds.
Because we are soap bubbles,
a blink of an eye.
Born of stardust,
drowning in the sky.
reflections of an unquiet mind 