broken pieces of light;
…Just plays in hands to divide
feverish shadows amusing the night;
Coloured with smiles and pacing with pride.
Souls surrendered by might,
…in a past perfumed by tears of song
Enduring noise ever so bright;
Stroking the seconds that ever seem long.
moments framed onto a book
Telling the story of divinity’s sight
Ignoring the eyes that speak with a look
Shaming the present into what’s right!
Mere trickles of water, belief of a sound
Asking our lust to come unbound,
We are: miracles drawing the day,
Where life must come to take you away…