I rather think it speaks for itself |
Once upon a time... Daydreams and apologetic whims Found a rhythm and a rhyme Danced until their bodies snapped And they lay dead upon the grass In turn with but smile Drunk on apple wine they laughed Made love 'neath October's moon And faded into the earth Winter kissed the trees with death Fingers scraping hard the sky And this illusion of a summer breeze Fastened delusion to your snow White became your shade Dotted on your eyes with blood How the earth received a shudder Weeping for its time alone Will the butterflies of green Ever grace the wind again? Can we imagine ever knowing What the grass was like back then? Maybe hope comes with a wink Hidden well beneath the veil As a sparkle in her eyes Giving access to her secrets Beauty is but a whisper Or now it seems to me Like I never heard her voice at all Before the lifeless cradled us Such pining for a gentle kiss From Ardor's yesteryear While white cruelty enslaves us And beats us with a sigh And the cyan song and sky bound Sunday Rejoice for us at last The green is resurrected! Our pale captor writhes And green regains it's hold on us And the daydreams dance again How could we ever doubt such beauty Would be lost to us forever? The moon is warm and breathing And the whims are making love Hoping destiny can carry us Into this green again |