Seven
Think
Don't speak
About the grand turn around
You wish it was true
And whisper
Sing, not yet
To she who you found in a genuine soul.
It breaks
Willow, bend
And it burns
Whisper more
To that face upon the shore.
Heaven was once a place in your heart.
It galloped
(Well, maybe floated)
On to its own apocalypse
Because where there is destruction,
There is ressurection.
I carry your burden,
And I find beauty.
