In the stirring lush
Of a mystic light
The day broke
From the edge of a night
Those tender taps
Were clad of songs
But the front whispered
A letter of gone
Like spilling sun
She snugged the air
Then waved a storm
At sultry fair
She laughed, she smiled
She took a pause
For a blossom
She was feathered and tall
The days swept
So I spent the hours
On soiled burns
And back of war
Yes the winds roared
After a certain spell
But it was withered
All for someone else
Then I trailed
I was just firm to spar
Not letting a welt
Of who you are
But it got drowsy
It wasnt fair
I was a curse
And not a square
