If there were no more suns to circle the world.
no flight for angels to test out their wings,
if all tears chased away the torrent
raining on a bright soul left in ashes...
I would be the one to break the silence-
little time, words a faulty reason
to stare at stark hearts,
wildless and barren of warmth.
Do not exchange your hearts
for a subtle departure through metal,
let faithful winds encompass thought.
Too long we have been waiting,
why can't we lay down our progression
and be stroked by the lightning
of our consummation.
