tattered breath
a vicious death
of song in mourning flight,
with glory true
efforts she flew
to find lone insight.
this soul so glowed
like circus told and
living the sight of a story,
where voice began
to take me in with
freedom of longing so sorry.
solo is me
and she to flee
of always wanting,
the hope of he
from a ****** sea
of continuous parting.
a soul be found
in corner round
nor impossible a feat,
yet here am I with a
pound and so bound
to gather the frequent beat.
endless plot
a string a thought
of conscientiousness
blending so softly,
but scattered am not
when freedom is bought
with eternity brightly.
there is to be red
in thee future had
a common of was said,
probably not
for it is sought
to be different
then first sent.
fogged my impair
this tale so dare
be treated like one
such as friends,
for essence of truth
be found in groups
where laughs gasp
when troubles lack
capture a head.
a traveler am thy
to the tale of why
and wonder to
words on the fly,
so figure this pass
oh such a task
in questioning,
who is eye?
thus,
tend ramble in sky
and tattering by
to song glowed
morning bright,
but whose soul
be sold a fate
so bold as
vicious death night.
© 2002