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.