Cherubs and Chandeliers

The blur serenades a concoction from source Imaginary candles, stand appropriately spread Cherubs highlighting my life time of course, In case here before you, my carcass is dead. I breath the lament in the wisp of a moment Pretending to die where the chandelier shines I sit up in comfort, and here with the content Of speaking with angels, I'm seeing the signs. Unless you can hear me, I'm saying, "Good-Bye", While cherubs like you who appear like a ghost Are family and friends, and the ceiling, the sky As the chandelier whirls in a spin upper most. The centrifuge teases the soul with temptation An angel releases the last breath I cease; Expecting to die, with symphonic elation The fanfare parades me a voice for release. The chandelier hold is a bracket containing Electrical spheres with a blur for a child; Candles are stars and the restful remaining Are highlights of history my story has told.