i will open my eyes to 

the sounds of summer and 

the drilling heat will pierce through my sleep 

and unfinished dreams -

but i will curl up and close my eyes inspite

and let it sting inside, because i will know then

that the winds do change and the trees,

they learn to smile again

but i, i've learnt by heart with unnerving ease

to trace the breeze

right back to you 

then let me be, and let me stay

let me build with air, but you may

stop by and tilt your head with a frowning brow and wonder, too

upon breathing in a thought or two that belonged to me

but found you instead -

until then i will swirl fingers through the orange of a candle light 

and let the rhythm of the flicker speak to me 
with quietude 

with hushed tones

about everything 
i have never known