Angel trumpets pour out blessings from their jail of vines,
Graceful beings so lovely they needn’t dress to the nines,
Breathing stone elephants batting their eyes dark and grand,
Vast windows are thrown open looking out at distant land,
Hues of purple and shades of pink distort the midnight sky,
At the center of the room stands a twisted bonsai,
The warm breeze carries the many natural perfumes,
And the masquerade tramps in wearing outrageous costumes,
Flamingos and candles in unison glide across the black lake,
Not one diamond star shall the reflection dare forsake,
The finest wines and bolstering laughter are enjoyed together,
Whilst people reminisce and gift one another with white heather,
You shall be my mighty King and I’ll be the Queen,
Arm and arm or dancing only will we be seen,
I’ll make sure there is no rip or doubt in any seam,
Please darling won’t you join me in this fragrant dream?
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:02 PM UTC
Angel trumpets pour out blessings from their jail of vines,
Graceful beings so lovely they needn’t dress to the nines,
Breathing stone elephants batting their eyes dark and grand,
Vast windows are thrown open looking out at distant land,
Hues of purple and shades of pink distort the midnight sky,
At the center of the room stands a twisted bonsai,
The warm breeze carries the many natural perfumes,
And the masquerade tramps in wearing outrageous costumes,
Flamingos and candles in unison glide across the black lake,
Not one diamond star shall the reflection dare forsake,
The finest wines and bolstering laughter are enjoyed together,
Whilst people reminisce and gift one another with white heather,
You shall be my mighty King and I’ll be the Queen,
Arm and arm or dancing only will we be seen,
I’ll make sure there is no rip or doubt in any seam,
Please darling won’t you join me in this fragrant dream?
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