As we acquiesce To the depressed of society I try my best To digress from propriety Unlike the rest To impress Gaiety I undress To caress anxiety Pitter patter Peter Piety
These words are not enough The sky, and stars And the heavens above
A singing wind To caress the trees A beautiful sonata Between birds and bees A smell of ocean air The bits of sand Strewn in your hair A concise and definite Resolution
I see it in your smile I see it on your face I feel it in your touch I feel it on your skin I hear it in your laugh I hear it on your chest I smell it in your hair I smell it on your breath I taste it in your kiss I taste it on your lips All my senses tell me My heart knows how to feel With all my being I know My love for you is real
In the chaotic swirling mist Of iron raining from my life's sky, I stand adamant Amongst the storm, Against the merciless roar, And din of a dying light.