MisterPoetry
Bluelighter
If hate was the souls song and love
But blessed silence
I would denounce all music and swim deaf
Through the wind
Dance upon the waters edge and wrestle
The tides
Knowing my absence of sound was such a
Sweet melody
and I would listen to nothing at all but
The hearts flutters
Muttering vacant empty musical excerpts too low
To flee my mouth
and when muted crescendos reached thier
Full fruition
I would step upon each silent note until I mingled
With the clouds
Taste the rush marinated within this melting pot
Of voices voided
As the steam lifts along with the lid of truth I would sing
Loves last lullaby.
But blessed silence
I would denounce all music and swim deaf
Through the wind
Dance upon the waters edge and wrestle
The tides
Knowing my absence of sound was such a
Sweet melody
and I would listen to nothing at all but
The hearts flutters
Muttering vacant empty musical excerpts too low
To flee my mouth
and when muted crescendos reached thier
Full fruition
I would step upon each silent note until I mingled
With the clouds
Taste the rush marinated within this melting pot
Of voices voided
As the steam lifts along with the lid of truth I would sing
Loves last lullaby.
Much appreciated