it's snowing in april and
the bluejays have abandoned their nest to
welcome the newcoming of spring;
we have no furniture, sweetheart,
but we do have time. last night i
held your cheek in my tiny palm and
asked if you wanted me to rest
in your arms forever -
"of course", you soothed,
and i brewed cherry coffee in the morningtime
to remind myself
that this life is good.
we have no money, sweetheart,
but we do have time. we do have time.

Bizarre timing of a twisted breath, distorted beat
nostalgic and melancholic memories
newcoming dawn, colorless one
a fading spark in a girl's eyes
clouded sight of innocence
longing for care,
immobilized unsure of if
there really is, a purpose for
the life awaiting her, hours passing by
come board the ship, observe the world
all of the magnificent, ancient legends and also myths
oh pyramids, endless feasts, opulent *****
a carnival, a masquerade,  a crowning time
or if the gods are willing, to favor her
the ship will wreck, and when she wakes
a mermaids voice, a fairies glance
or encountering a fallen angel
a lost soul, will be the one
and final quest she experiences.