Crushing dry leaves

Thy words still hang around.
Oh! I laugh at them
 for you fear imperfections.
What a treason to you it is 
to fear the ubiquitous,
akin to my ashes
that are scared of oblivion.
All are lies that you say to me.
I know,
for I have seen it; the strength
latent in you.
A joy.
I saw it last night
when the world was asleep
 and you were not.
thy eyes, they were open,
gazing at the moon, the stars,
beholding the sky
whence reflected the imperfections.
And oh! that overawed expression;
yes, i still remember.
The cold of the night hit you
but you stood as to fight 
all your fears.
Trust me as I say you ain't phobic
for you have missed her. Always,
knowing that she ain't flawless
nor she ain't perfect.
You are a liar.
You dance in the rain
and you umbrella lies
as uselessly as an unmanifested thought.
I saw your footprints in that rough sand,
the dew drops on your soft feet.
Thou shalt define power
for you learn the lyrics, not the beat.
The books that made you cry know it too.
You don't fear your errors
but the crowd, the people;
and that is what you are.
'Tis for you to remember
''How fearless thou art to be atelophobic''.