Ends To Embark

Implied from the way you play on cues Agitation melted through your exquisite muse Seek for the bias of obsolescence Here I am, your past luminescence The palate of my soul was longed for your latitude Stardust sent as the boisterous glimmers above the black wings of my altitude Admiration reverberates through our rhymes Stolen implicitly from the vibration of our lines Flowered hill Meadow of our thrill Butterflies were we Together collaborated in a whisper of glee I live as a chanter of black rose And you are a shadow of living prose We are like we no more As we are stalled and closed our linking door We are questioned by our lost We are disguised in a crescent light accost Encrypted through the echoes of longing We are the omen of the beginning