Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinity's staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridal's path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things: Her
beauty.
There is a season be all things aneath this sun....
Knowing tis not the time for romance whileas standing
Upon that the edge of her world; peering intently into it's truth ?
America's commander in chief spending half his term attending memorials
Battling the white wolf with poisoned fangs hollow words better, a refrain
Then serving ghost one cannot behold their generations ? This prince..
Waxing gross time's toast traveling to as from lifting, your bitter cup ? His
Broken bows catering unto hope's own demise; shifting sands scripted shards
Of emerald glass these eyes ? An abomination, fallen from her stars; cryptogram
Sitting atop tomorrow's pendulum this temple set aflame; a portent ? Omega's child.
A glitters parade of fireworks aneath love's moon
Colourful lights lighting her Summer's, wistful night
Escaping, this hard rock cafe called life ? Psychedelic
Furs their Pretty In Pink playing whileas a mother cry's...
Children about their side at her lover, she screams; enter
Reality beholding his fiery sunset today; cannot remember
The last time these eyes held such a view ? Blew another kiss
Into surround sounds sky; caught a star whom then asked why.
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.
Some shall strive against your child yet never to prevail ?
Not in this life nor evermore; for, I will be with you, sayest
The Lord of Host, both heaven as earth ? Skipping joyfully past
Her daisies through love's meadow Genavieve holding, baby's hand
Whileas bluebirds glide amidst tangerine skies bittersweet his red robin
Sings, a noteful refrain ? Weeping willows, laughing at time's tales....
Ceramic soldiers draped of red white and blue; blowing kisses to her truth
Infants with their starry eyes climbing mountains they'll gaze while freedom
She rings resounding bells, about this valley below ? Majestic's, horse in pale's
Long suffering, to beckon these crimson winds waving goodbye her four corners..
A spindrift it's mist; beauty, crossing celestials new found tides ? Baby girl, brushing
Life's golden locks from her rosebud cheeks and he; dashing past dreams, they breathe.
Midnights gazing into her vanities mirror whileas finishing
Her beauty's final brushing ? Trying to somehow, remember
Was it here or was it there and when was it, exactly; that she...
First noticed the timeline wrinkles about her eyes ? Coaxing a smile
Afore her daughter walked in although, she could only cry; knowing this that
Reflections they never lie ? As the phone then chimed twas her baby sister upon
The other end of his line; sharing their tears; beauty, in thighs like time ? Covered
This bed wherein they both now lay ? Turning towards her daughter whom yet now
Stood silent she said, Please, bring me my favourite flowers dress and a glass of wine..
Tonight, I am going to be but a princess again once more; left waiting for, His Prince be time.
There is a season be all things aneath this sun....
Knowing tis not the time for romance whileas standing
Upon that the edge of her world; peering intently into it's truth ?
America's commander in chief spending half his term attending memorials
Battling the white wolf with poisoned fangs hollow words better, a refrain
Then serving ghost one cannot behold their generations ? This prince..
Waxing gross time's toast traveling to as from lifting, your bitter cup ? His
Broken bows catering unto hope's own demise; shifting sands scripted shards
Of emerald glass these eyes ? An abomination, fallen from her stars; cryptogram
Sitting atop tomorrow's pendulum this temple set aflame; a portent ? Omega's child.
Some shall strive against your child yet never to prevail...
Not in this life nor evermore; for, I will be with you, sayest
The Lord of Host, both heaven as earth ? Skipping joyfully past
Her daisies through love's meadow Genavieve holding, baby's hand
Whileas bluebirds glide amidst tangerine skies bittersweet his red robin
Sings, a noteful refrain ? Weeping willows, laughing at time's tales....
Ceramic soldiers draped of red white and blue; blowing kisses to her truth ?
Infants with their starry eyes climbing mountains they'll gaze while freedom
She rings resounding bells, about this valley below ? Majestic's, horse in pale's
Long suffering, to beckon these crimson winds waving goodbye her four corners..
A spindrift it's mist; beauty, crossing celestials new found tides ? His girl's brushing
Life's golden locks from her rosebud cheeks and he; dashing past dreams they breathe.
Sitting at the Nelson in little San Francisco sipping a few Smirnoff's
A precious young lady dressed of colours bright as one can find through life
That her beauty is a schizophrenic these tell tale signs ? Listening once more as over again
Unto David Gray's song, Babylon; always touching this Soul of my own and her moon
Cradled by the blue sky; not a care in her world a young man, waiting for his friend
Whileas Creation's kitty speaks, of love above all else ? Let go of your heart let go of your head
Feel it now these lyrics while children pass us by; like the years in our lives their priceless eyes..
We know, that heart be everything; never words nor some robotic marking this clock ? Kissing eternity.
Laughing amid the joyful morn....
As dashing through this sunlit meadow ? Sprites
Colouring in smiles whileas nature gazes and Angels point
Unto a clearing rising columns aneath glittering light ? Etching castles
Beyound golden hues white doves gliding through, waterfalls with silver scrolls..
Painting fairy tales ? Scenes parting their streams to weave these dreams echoing
Moonbeams giggling and there you are, chasing time which waves goodbye blue skies
About the glass with love's hands turning pages inside this clock ? Ageless, her prince of rhyme.
She was a torpedo into my heart and I loved her swimming through my soul...
Never had I beheld such beauty this splendour within her words; enjoying the masquerade
Whileas these seasons their reasons came then went; but she couldn't let go even after the curtain
Had rent this page thus drawn ? Which made myself love her even more yet she was hard ball
Nine innings as determined and whom can blame her this princess of time ? Better a queen..
Pride in a crown with diamonds these jewels, sparkling while Angels smile then whisper ? She my darling
Thought that I was but a mere child this breath it's passing breeze perhaps until, I grasp my Father's wings.
A glitters parade of fireworks aneath love's moon
Colourful lights lighting her Summer's, wistful night
Escaping, this hard rock cafe called life ? Psychedelic
Furs their Pretty In Pink playing whileas a mother crys..
Children about their side at her lover she screams; enter
Reality beholding his fiery sunset today; cannot remember
The last time these eyes held such a view ? Blew another kiss
Into surround sounds sky; caught a star whom then asked why.
Of chorus lines puppet strings voodoo dolls as clown parades....
White cheeks dimpled smiles black ties affairs with, chichi crowns ?
Gladiators vying for world supremacy whileas muppets generals their
Daughters sip upon brandy to alleviate numb the truth in father's legacy.
Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance unto the destined temple
Of the blessed, as eternal Soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
Profound, laid afore this starlit altar
Treasures as verse whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of her organs keys....
Assembling choirs their Angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies in harmonic chords
Whileas the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
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..In, through the Autumn's Door ~
Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.
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