Dripping mannerisms. Pitter pattering Intentions
Make this up. Wake us up.
Who can drown this chaos in a new reality?
Who would really want to?
All we know is the unknown.

Would it make a difference if tears of pity touched your spirit?
Could forever manifest in you as it falls from me?
Or was this the intention?
Wouldn’t it be strange if it was the pattern of the gods?
Or part of the sacred secrets wingspan?

Its not your fault that your heart is screaming.
And its not so weird to scoff at living.
When memories of heart-songs haunt you,
while love lingers in the lions den.
I’ve been to a place where peace is a plague of obscurity.
Where joy has done all it can do to drain me.
Then the rolls of wind did their best to save me.
Such a smile that burnt gentle eyes into me.
I remembered the magic.
I remembered the justice.
I remembered the seashore.
I remembered the scent that drew me.
I remembered the love that tamed me.
Then the tempter of my wishes left me.

You deserve to abound in dreaming.
You deserve to wake up beaming.
Eternity was made for you.
It’s a relief what love demands.




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