My heart, swelling like the heat of midsummer,
never stopped, even before the walls of reality,
and slowly seeped into a season gone cold

There was a season I carried within me for a long time
In those days, an unnamed tomorrow still existed,
and I traced my orbit in silence,
like a planet circling a single small possibility

Dreams always arrived as waves of possibility,
making even impossible moments feel believable

Even on nights when I reached for the edge of a fading sunset,
the light quietly led into another dawn,
and before the future trembling beyond darkened windows,
I held even my clumsy resolutions like destiny

Still, I know this:
Even if no dream shines forever,
the colors that keep a person alive
remain in the heart for a very long time

Like an ever-expanding universe,
the heart keeps forgetting its own limits,
and even over yesterday’s failures,
blue possibilities seep in once again

To the hesitations that will never return,
without yet giving them a name,
I continue to hide deep within my chest
the direction of a light
I believe I will someday reach