Was not was, tomorrow
Friends of peace caring, proving
Time and silence, borrowed
Witness the bride of taste, lovingly...

Paces of hardy smile's, taken to not
Prepare you, for a shadow of compliment?
Known this way and that, the order of heed, brought
Forth a kindred, asking, "Is hair our gift or lament?"

Been the strength, of a mind to account
Opulence, surmiseal, and honor's came...
True to an eternal, season of quiet and pout's?
Shared in the knowing, a presence of same...

Days gone by, and a larger than life, bird?
Happy today, and meant with blessed youth
Timid eye's of the poise we affirm, is a question heard
"Will we save the truth in hand, or simplicity's intention, good?"

Tender was the night, of our discovery
Ten finger's and hope intertwined, the laugh of common
Time with a sincere problem, in the wishes of many
Yesterday, was a golden lip, with sharing to say, "Home"

Do bird's with eave's on their bespoken lip's...?
Have the sense to rhyme and reason, with the waters of none
Compare a shadow to our contempt, the oracle of youth, and whit's
Was a portrayal of symbols of play, not the place of fun?

Occult
And the service of avarice, to examine the patience's of life
Those and woes, of remedy in the argue of a time, without fault...?
Is our heed so ungainly, that we don't know a wish in strife?