T. Cheung-Damonte

What I wouldn’t give to Meet your eyes for the first time I’d look at you As I do now Hopeful that we’d always make it through Cause as the years have feathered on I’ve seen your every form You were the light on top of the mountain The fresh scent of the forest And the exhilaration of every cityscape And when life treated me poorly You were the richest part of me Every day you reoccurred and loved me most in the mundane So, can we stay right here for just a little longer? You see We needn’t travel any further to be with one another

It’s dark inside The Places Unknown There are sharp emerald rocks that melt into daggered snow Legend has it that if you make your home out of its All-Knowing Sand You’ll be reborn with feathers for hands So I ventured under and tried to build myself a shelter, but I bent and suffered from the pressure alone Until one morning, a deep fog heated my body, and I rose to the surface And despite the ice that now slithered around my feet, my body began to beat as if it were the first time blood had rushed through me. Then instinct took over, and I began to fly I could hear every tree telling its story, like the one about Sun-beans, golden bark, and armoured leaves So I asked them… Can I stay here forever? Live in the Sunrise and sing for the Plum Mountains? But they told me that my future’s name is Unkept Promise Thus, I’ll descend to find my soul inside the Places Unknown