A wall, there is a huge brick wall
Standing in between us...
A small sliver of silver light,
embedded deep in the still darkness...
The lady stood still with her broken wings,
Her golden harp she played on a moonlight bliss...
Floral attire embraces soft vibrant skin,
with goldened rope laced upon the neck...
Forgetting old memories
and old flings...
Affections collide
As we're reunited at last...
When I'm laying in that final room,
Each breath coming painfully, reluctantly...
Under a canopy
of rusting trees, that sway...
And never let us hold one another,
Lest my emotions for you betray me again...
He always loved springtime and the beauty it...
Awakening natures dormant memory, insuring all was...
The smile of your shadow would illuminate
The solemn cracks in the cathedral floor...
Is
love...