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.
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