The greasy sparks falling to fire before the bright sunlight dawn were the flame phoenix preening the moon's psychosis dreamings

A part of him were left in the shadow but faceted just above an ignorant nullification like a drain maintained by a fresh shaving

Each fallen hair or falling feather may whisper in empty spaces or wearied pipes
but only in the darkness of darkness' nighttime trickster limericks

Morning river mist
Cascading lulling water
Single falling leaf

In night dreams
Touched by spirit's kiss
I'd give anything to fly with you

One day soon that feeling may fade
soon to be it cauterize and spayed
it was death defied now withered and decayed
a priest may save a priest may say
here lie my soul, here lie my grave
there lie my peace, there lie my grace

the prospect of
love excites me
ive been shred
of my dignity
in love affairs,
so, with that,
I mend slow

but I think
there is something
special about you
I will learn
slowly in my
tender sensitive heart

If we cry in eachother's neck
everything will come flooding back
I'm not sure if I can navigate those waters
but I'll let the river take me
and I'm sure it'll guide us to shore

If I were to die today
I'd like to be trapped
In that moment
for eternity slowly
moving in our embrace
to the
sounds of eachother's
hearts