A Thousand Suns. [*]

The thousand suns of my eyes,
the countless smiles on my lips,
I watch them drown,
in front of my face,
silently, calmly,
each dying out with grace.
With outstretched arms,
not to embrace,
just to give away,
more and more of myself,
to these winds I call life,
to these battles I call life,
to these little wounds I call life,
take more and more away from me,
even the remnants are too much,
this life has left me such,
the gusts of storms menace me,
to run away into the realms,
little do they know,
I just follow the lines on my palms.