A mist becomes a fog
A ring becomes a shrill...

Fragments of life, still with chance
To form in a mosaic of beauty...

The rush of a waterfall
The stillness of the air...

A pen in hand
A blank notebook page...

I a stained glass window
Can you see...

Lover please linger
Never part from my soul...

Rush into success
Faster, faster...

Frigid as frost coating film on my lips
Lost as sound tumbling down the abss...

When all is free
And the world stands still...

Faint frosty air
In the chill of the night...

The cackles hinted in your smirk
Provoke me to eternally rein...

A swift rush of something
Is a rapid brush to my soul...