among the skies, a streak of light
a blade of snow, a flake of grass
a shard of glass in my breath
a shard of glass in my breath
and her pair of placid lips
her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace
let her go, but i must
let her go, i must
my lips i lay against hers
blowing in a wisp of breath
a shard if glass in my breath
a shard of glass in my breath
and as her eyelids haggardly delay
where Moonlight shyly kisses waters
my love alone, i placed
in the safest haven i know
let her go, but i have
let her go, i have
love, we shall meet
i whisper to her soul
i hustle along
my breath a shard of glass
time, it isn’t yet
but i know what is
for us to reunite
stand against but they
against my harmless bias
but alas, i have desires
and from my grieving land
with my love, i elope
they may mourn tomorrow
but why i do not grasp
when they call me creator
and she, my creation.