We’ll speak in whispers where candy coats melt in the hush. Mend the soul behind this window covered in dust. It wanders so and only two can sow it back into its husk. Let me breathe in your scent to exhale a prayer that is us. Now, be my religion as another eve swallows the dusk. Through time tempered trust takings, any heart beats a little slower with scars. Yet to that tune we shall waltz even slower and stretch these hours. Oblivious as we tick, tick, tick away by the space between lines sketched by circumstance and dreams. Bag all burdens and rest easy as we singe away the seams. Let your mind go blank, lay it upon my shoulder like it belongs there, to fill with lullabies ‘til all is well. I can’t bring you heaven though we can build enough strength to journey hell. Where moving on means holding back, no more fast moves into chaos (so tired of games). Let this night be (as it is) and not another sunshine the day lost (to counterfeit flames). May it tame our demons calm like these bottled beasts in cool wells. To pour self from old cells and toast with new spells as we drink to our true selves. Here’s to you; Reminiscent of life luminescent on sea swells. If that isn’t magic, then what else? So comfortably lost in your details yet perplexed by how you bring back the music in seashells. Only passion quells any season’s farewell, As to my wishes, well, only time can tell..
