Crows of the Common Senses

That amphibian skinned day in time will soften to cotton perhaps even a strand of silk with love forever entwined. The heart pond filled with nibbling ghouls. In time will turn to whispers of silky soothe. just hold on for another moment. Nothing can soil a heart forever. Not even a cluster of thunder or village fool. That angel mind, pecked by crimson crows. Cawing that same worn song. "Where did it all go...go...go......go" Just hold on for yet another moment. All the haunt and hurt will turn to blue bird mist. Chirping "it never left you dear one. It was there all along". You never were really left alone". those horrible things coming from the mouth of fear with time will turn to flowers on golden glade... the honorable seed takes time to blossom and never chain stem and petal to the burning vase of mundane that off taste in the goblet will turn to something needed something far beyond sweetened just hold onto the chain of hopeful moments for infinity if need be