Old memories of life
your soul crisps
but no remorse
thin layers all around
you play the
game to lose
and everything resolves
in a finite and
vibrant tone
like music of clearness
and despair
hold tight my love
a breath
cleanse fresh.
The space that holds the time
all good and dread
the need to flea
your inner lies
so you can heal
through time
of everything unbound.
hold tight my love
a breath
cleanse fresh.
Grasp in your hand
that aging wine
shake it awhile
breath in
avoid the night
you hear it now
the sound
painting
a colored cloud
sky is all around
give it some rest
you are just a man
defining logic
the space has only grow
you still stand there
when everyone is gone.
hold tight my love
a breath
cleanse fresh.
thank you for reading.