Prelude

Your eyes can't keep the passing landscapes From being swallowed into endless distance Like when holding a fistful of ashes Your hands can't save the things that have already been dissolved into air Like when facing the sun through a window Your skin feels warmth But it can't be in the world that its warmth has made alive Like walking alone through a lucid dream Like saying your name aloud in an empty room Like witnessing my body standing in a mirror Aching to be seen, aching to become real But the beauty one finds alone Is a prayer that longs to be shared --- Prelude - Miley Cyrus