You yearn.
You lay your broken crown upon my shattered heart.
Do you ever wonder what strange power this?
What purposeful delight has stirred this meandering bliss.
Listening.
To these gentle sounds of silence caress.
This is the silence of surrender, the gentle kiss.
A call for celebration, for carnal charms.
A care,
Fellow, beware, your waning, soulless tide.
Reap the glories of your ill fought sorrows.
Far away were the sun seeks not to shine.