| A Tie-Die Chorus for Angels
�Now�s a bad a time as any� ~Missy Higgins bound for checkmate the envelope is sealed monochrome eyes unearth a pencil map lay out on a midnight divan velvet age, deception of self the wind wants to carry you roses in arms, silence for eyes green mourns for you in the coming of the fates joy can�t touch this moon it�s a melodious acceptance no fear for the all too near a weight in the wings soul folded ~shalome |