There is a soft sound of your guitar playing violently
into the wind. It echoes through the vast open fields of
my mind as we wait for the sensations of our souls begin to
set themselves into motion. I feel your sweet embrace touch
me like a drop of early morning dew on a dry leaf. There is
only magic in the air as we pick the forget-me-nots and
watch them slowly fade away. As the sun sets suddenly, our
shadows fall into the disarray of elegant emotion.
Faithful is the night that cries its warm hollowed glow
of happiness and fortune. As we accept our choices of
a free balanced ever changing life we begin to
imagine if we truly are eternal, and not only
taken in by the lies our senses contain. Very soft, very
chic, our bright eyes speak, of a time when our land was free
and the hope we once yearned for was really there, that
we truly are aware. Do not be scared my immaculate
princess, our hearts may still play. Although she may seem
unhappy at times, she will never break. Like that unwanted
can of tuna, our wasted memories become absent to the past
goals that meet within our serenity. Star child of the sun and moon,
let the enigmatic powers of the universe hold true to our
inner most desires of what we expect of ourselves.
Not gold but silver. Not heaven, nor hell, enchant us in the ways
of the weak, meek and humble. For we owe them the world.