Sing

The world falls out.
Adjoining nations between the seas,
So I’m left to wonder the path between my hands.
And in the darkest hours of your curves,
Did you ever hear me sing?
And observe the sea between
Your shallow midnight dreams?
I was once a vision
of cosmic delusion.
I was once a specter
of these shallow empty dreams.
Until I heard you sing.
Oh sing again bright angel,
Your are my enemy.