among the skies a streak of light

a blade of snow, a flake of grass

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and her pair of placid lips

her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace

let her go, but i must

let her go, i must

my lips i lay against hers

blowing in a wisp of breath

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and as her eyelids haggardly delay

where Moonlight shyly kisses waters

my love alone, i placed

in the safest haven i know

let her go, but i have

let her go, i have

love, we shall meet

i whisper to her soul

i hustle along

my breath a shard of glass



time, it isn’t yet

but i know what is

for us to reunite

stand against but they

against my harmless bias

but alas, i have desires

and from my grieving land

with my love, i elope

they may mourn tomorrow

but why i do not grasp

when they call me creator

and she, my creation.