The communication coded by the register
Drawing tables by the rested cannister
The yesterdays that walked by the memoirs
That carried you through the troubles
That God throws at you
Stuck in reverse
You could forward
The poet's word is war
The time is trying
The lyrical poetess is meant for him
In his time of the hour
Where he's in subliminal solitude
Melancholy moving through the illusion of life
The love takes him back
So free and flying
Like a changed bird in the sky
The hope is the quick remedy that brings from the heart
The poison is in the lightly colored painted canvas
The scenic beauty is simply intoxicating
The life lead up to the lights at the crossroads
The journey jauntily lit with the streetlight so serene
The end is near
Hope you make the right recovery