We wrapped the skins of the comet trails left far behind the sun and fought the darkly-moistened halls of yester-kingdoms wandering in the spices of life silently wishing for sound
but tomorrows–––––– are forever
and so I left you in your eternity with your brightest stars
Bits and pieces of the ether dawn taken from slumber to bliss careening down the slopes of the ocean and wander into the mist awash with spices of the world caressing the heart of the day sleeping in cotton folds of light and sparkling the scents of May simmering the songs of the ancients and crossing the borders of stars mirroring the flight of the chosen by healing the seams of scars splice of the whispered wind whipping the mortal life chiming resonance–––––––hello? –––––––but memory––––––– of special times
And players of the southern morning come running down the aisles clasping their hearts to their cores and singing the larks and crests of love
and before the jangles of the prayer spears of christened light the memories of flowing breezes and chords of shattered whispers
in pieces but like one they wrap the boughs of justice claiming in the echoes time by time in glee
but movements of the ether morn' slices of sparkling warmth craving in the senses of bliss and spilling through the dawn
and to the trace we take the word climbing and sliding the essence by alpine cloaks of universal stars silence to the known
so now we lay in the roses of colour spending eternity like forever infinite grasping the notions of instance in spurts and watching the worlds for centuries