A tear, soft as a feather,
I promise you Queen, life will get better,
for all we know, the Great Sprit remains our confessor,
together, forever, we will share a love that is treasured,
by the angels of our anscestors
A road, fraught with dangerous turns,
detours ahead, as bridges are burned,
conscience tussle, as love is yearned,
concerned, but can we discern, the light of dawn from the nocturne,
in this misty gloom
A hand, reaching into the vastness of space,
many miles to travel, yet so slow is our pace,
winds of discontent over the horizon, are we truly braced,
or will we deface the picture of a sweet embrace, in our haste,
to discover what is not meant, as yet, to be revealed
Can we Fly Away,
and leave today,
in the hands of our desiny,
symmetrically searching for the recipe,
to create an everlasting love, can we?
A prayer, lost in translation,
quick to kneel, yet slow in our deliberations,
in an empty church, angels begin an incantation,
their recommmendation can either insure our love's damnation, or be the dispensation,
we recieve from a most loving Creator
A fear, concentrated in our souls,
mid autumn days, lovers walking hand in hand, taking a stroll,
once foretold, is the miracle we behold, do we continue to feel the cold,
or allow ourselves to enfold,
within the protective embrace of a Blessed Assurance
A silence, deafening as the galaxy,
we both ensnared in a fallacy,
searching for discreptancy, ignoring the ascendancy,
of a light, that can either strenghten, or reveal our love bond's transparency, is there a vacancy,
in the halls of our cavernous minds, will you still love me tomorrow?
Can we Fly Away,
and leave today,
in the hands of our destiny,
symmetrically searching for a recipe,
to create an everlasting love, can we?
Can we?