emblazoned with the burst of a thousand yellow flares
as I grasp the air in vain
in reach for your face.
along with a million other people
swaying under one haunting, crooning voice
of a faraway
reflected in the thrums of your voice and your music
cry out with tones of empathy and climactic euphoria.
with secret chords
the wispy strands of love to the heart
You playfully tug at each one;
making us raise our hands in bliss
plucking out stars from each other's eyes
alight with a passion rekindled under one name.
A cacophonic gamble is our game just to bring you back
from the shadows of rest.
The simultaneous echo of our hands
Clamoring for fulfillment
Conveys our pursuit.
Achieving its purpose, you come again
Offering your fruit, the pop cult of your name.
We feasted with a ravenous ear
Whilst sporting a rapidly, feverishly beating heart
That you will not come back.
With the union of