Sky-fall
hearts, for rainbow scars. You’re a crystal, made for wishes. Meet us at a
millpond, to flirt with words, ignoring an undertone. In soul: so many
undulations, leaping a universe. Is this a trestle, flooded with notes, our
names in ink, as opposed to pencil? I ask in jest, reborn greatly, unborn
neatly. We rise aflame, whetstone twins, vibrant in our discourse. It’s ever a
tavern, a flickering of hearts, even tears to shimmer love. We’re beat for
beat, peeking gently, to sit for signs. Our gaze: as keen as wolves, to embark
upon islands. I voyage your soul, engrave your mind, easy on demands. What for
spectrum: a sail of seas, a drifting yacht? I fumble to growl, to edge a saint,
despite humanity. Our fable: a rapture worn, a sprout of yogis. We cry for love,
to hope for promise, a tinge of gray. Indeed, we trek a wave, led to webs, to
sort debris. We’re soon to smile, a cautious laugh, looking upon dawn.
We’re
fervent friends, struck with thunder, cloaked in streams. I see us gone,
sorting through brokenness, a cage of birds. We long to sing, covered in
silence, ever to break free. There’s a voice, a striving voice, hoisted by
Wind. We pledge an oath, afore an audience, weeping softly. Its miracle this
way: loving this way: to weave a soul. You dance an art, to drill a compass,
unbound in love. I’m sought ablaze, to furnace fever, a spoken evidence. We
climb to mourn, to sit for prayer, tilting a flagon. Our hearts ache, a private
tour, melded to Scripture. It’s ever a quake, to dim a light, a tale of folklore.
I see you, rinsing drains, a touch of cloud-born. We mix like herbs, to stir a
gumbo, to service love. It’s every life, to charge a storm, gravid with
love-aches. We’re here, alive, swooning through music. We chance a night, a
mystic grain, soaring through love.
