Taste of a sea of semblance
Season of forward being
Collapse of insight, into seasoned means
Curiosity to overwhelm, a mighty leaving...

It all for a song
Toward the sky's best
The lover's of image and integrity, all along
To word a question that has no place, or no rest...

Am I your lover?
Sweet kind's of order, to a salt redeemed
We understand with a smile, afforded, but never over
Until we say it is, the continue of another whim

Luck? do we seem the same thing?
In a world of moment's of guarded sun
And moon's of crying for the safety of indeed
The pace of composure, with a mercy for all and one