Like a gentle breeze, the debonair smile passes by
Catching songbirds, and turning the world upside down
The maids are magnetized by the radiance
And the deference is deafening

How lofty a goal, to savor salivation from dry lips
Wringing hands, pacing along an avenue of softened hearts
Where the needle of the compass points
To fixed eyes watching a fractured dream

A blatant kiss, erupting from temporary insanity
Suddenly sour, and suddenly skewed by history
And as the vacancy dimly glows
Withered words spill from cotton mouths

A subsiding fever, starved by ghosts of the heart
Catching songbirds, but freeing the song stored far within
*What was a cataclysm to a silver soul
Is just a drop of morning dew to the world