Sunday, May 3, 2009

Brass Petal

Sweet sounding of it all
The melodies that hold no tune
Yet sing their praise
Let the roses form
Their brass petals

Let the sky scream above
Define its peace
Without ones words
Comes the call
From the mountains pass

To harrow with ours
And find its balance
Forever be with ones name
For its forgetful shares
Deems the dawn of day

For all in between
To turn away
Which what collides together
Causes no harm
And continues the melody to play

One must show
Only to fall behind
As the other will never look back
Reach your hand
Grasp your hopes
Because the air is still and black

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