We
live a lifetime, to feel oblivious, crossing bridges. I
hear
you screaming, such a silent note, grouping pianos.
It’s
a tender chance, to raise the dice, pausing on a
seven.
I’m but a violin, strumming pains, to muster a
smile.
Life was such glory, dearly oblivious, enlove
with
mystery. Phones are ringing, where ghosts answer,
desperate
to find self; and what to give, a gracious
friend,
to weather a storm? I give you life, in exchange
for
life, to rapture life. I’m twin horns, a lamb’s blood,
running
for an altar. What have we done, daring to love,
to
present a ring. I give you more, to pull a star, ankle
high
in fears. It’s more a miracle, a soothing harp, a
mystical
flute; and evermore, we challenge scars, to seal
wounds,
half a bottle shy. I feel you born, to leap a
prison,
as radiant as light-bulbs. I see the silence, a
calming
aura, painted on a ceiling. I want for less, to hear
a
voice, enchanted sweetly; for life is music, symbols and
beats;
and love is habits, signs and grace.
