Lost in Transitions

You stand there awkwardly,
no words come to mind.
You've lost your sense of reality,
claiming to be fully present with your eternal sunshine,
but I'm only seeing the empty half of you,
and longing for the fuller half of your love.

Your words lack of color,
as your inspirations are tangled in the vines of the world.
They try to suffocate your love with their violence
but your eyes sparkle in the light,
vibrant with a hidden complexity
that no one else can see,
but everyone can feel and is distraught by.

You float on with hunger,
as you are unsatisfied without change.

So you'll keep chasing after your love,

he will keep you up as a strong breeze,
so stay steady, my little kite.
Do not be afraid of tricks and risk.
He will be there to lift you up again,
if you only give him a chance,
if you will only look to him once more.