In the soil of the eyes of the well
lies a water in the form of a red bell
tender to the voices of distraction
it's easy to anger a house without
the foundation.
Take control of the flowers that grow
in concrete, cause a firm heart
stretches its walls even when below
is empty, i give a chimney to every warmth that
comes within,
i hear your silent fear creeping like sin.
Are you afraid to ascend
from the highs to the lows, a blow
from the wind that shy's to show
if the walls are strong enough
to maintain the heart beats
with layers of cement, is that enough
while i climb your hips and valleys
don't let me com across a dark alley
cause i hope to keep our roof strong
with a controlled pulse, what could go wrong?
My windows bears a transparent woe
of heart attacks when i see hue.
And with an entire ocean in mind
a promise of weathers i will find
for your inner peace, as long as
our project ends in a satellite loop
of the first time i named a moon
you, even though it was too soon.
and finally the architect
whispered ''and then the was two''
the door to the heart that i woo
in all the eyes that witness my art.