Lips we silence...?
Able bodied and ruing a kiss
Soul's with utmost to prove, completion the win...
In the eaves of solitude, many have to offer, is

Recreation of a time
With paces of prowess and the might of a knowing friend
Simple advance, of a courtesy to the norm, are we to find...
A succor in the stir of adding and inclination, a salt to lend?

See the tale of poor eyes, save the grace of decency...
Wishes and portrayal in few, we excite to tell a different
Story than a riddle in the could, we satisfy the host of tranquility?
Places and mayhem, earning the count of worth in seriousness's lament

See the toil of anger's bell...
Knowing a dry tear, if not terror of instincts quarter
Wink or superior blink's, in the toll of voice, to argue lots well...
Sated form's and the still of the night, to fight a copious pride in sense and order...

In the muss and fuss of an ordinary fame, to conceive of a push
For daylight, we have no turn nor fury, with a caring yet
Of powers that begin and end, with ourselves to remind, a watch
Of appearances, that save a worldly addiction, from winds we met...

Aloof and sour to heel, but with a praise for acknowledge
When is more, that suggests the better of you, like a judge?
Come to succinctness, in the hopes and dreams of where we are, rage?
This home of suffice and chastity's vice, is but a new irony hushed...

Promise the skill's of sunshine, and I will seek thee a curiosity
Intimate a role of simplicity for a guarantee, and spoken will be a needy harmony
Same the truth in a passion's first, and the last of silence, will be virtuosity
Know me, a craving in hours and depend, and we will together see, the morrow have a salt, for now and reasons...