May 2019
On the sight of first light, a choir of paradise sang to hail the morning star.
Oh! a beautiful a song that crescendos into the infinite skies, once I have heard those songs, hunger consumed my mind.
There I began the search for those birds of paradise, as I lingered in the moments passed.
Foolish desire it was, for when the birds of paradise left for home. There I was left in regret, for I had spent so long in their search, I forgot to listen to their morning song. And as their choir descended the stage, the crescendo still echoed in my mind.
Oh! a beautiful a song that crescendos into the infinite skies, once I have heard those songs, hunger consumed my mind.
There I began the search for those birds of paradise, as I lingered in the moments passed.
Foolish desire it was, for when the birds of paradise left for home. There I was left in regret, for I had spent so long in their search, I forgot to listen to their morning song. And as their choir descended the stage, the crescendo still echoed in my mind.
