Dream

The sky is swollen again
It mocks yellow streaks,
crisscrossing-
the pattern is intricate
just like how the lines
of our palms meet.

When the sky is happy
i could not utter words but instead
i cry and envy how its brilliance
bring back the forgotten yesterdays
i could never have back.

But then again,
its tears bring me back to life,
a ceremony of baptism-
forgetting bad memories,
lies, promises-
farewell,
I'll kiss you all goodbye!