A Tuesday Era

Night falls
My stare turns into a spear
Sharpened for master precision
It aims straight to midnight
Tensions

Summer dies
And thus I'll need hands
Others than mine
Autumn leaves wear passion colours
Lullabies

I am loving
Although I don't know what or who
I've counted feelings
Finally awoken, had not enough fingers
Treasures

Cool breeze
Blows my long brown hair backwards
Whispers me to keep myself alive
As I yearn for whatever's next
Beyondskies