239. Take Me Away

Take me away, take me away,

on this pleasantly rainy day.

Let me soar through the serene sky,

so that I may feel very much alive.

Allow me to float higher and higher,

in hopes that my heart will burn brighter.

Like an unlit candle that sparked a dying flame,

my life would eventually do the same.

Unless I was to find a way inside,

inside the maze of my troubled mind,

and create such vastly beautiful art,

so that I may keep alive my beating heart. 

Each beat would dance to the melody

of the pitter-patter of a rainy memory.

That memory would become my life,

and in turn, it would allow me to fly.

Oh, how I would love, love, love

to take flight alongside a turtle dove,

to be her soulmate, her other half.

And it was then that I realized—I already had.