It is the space
between the stars
where moonlight fails to graze
where violet memories fall
into place.
It is the chorus of a dying sun
and every angels tear.
It is chaos
locked in a nutshell
It is purity we hear.
All the others may have heard
divines whisper fierce
but t you they have sung this song
and to us, you have released.
Triumph! Tumble! Turgid now!
this monument to peace
for light
has en-flamed us both
with beauty not to cease.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
It is the space
between the stars
where moonlight fails to graze
where violet memories fall
into place.
It is the chorus of a dying sun
and every angels tear.
It is chaos
locked in a nutshell
It is purity we hear.
All the others may have heard
divines whisper fierce
but t you they have sung this song
and to us, you have released.
Triumph! Tumble! Turgid now!
this monument to peace
for light
has en-flamed us both
with beauty not to cease.
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