Just too big to matter.
A haunted hefty hollow
Deceived into shadow.
Eclipsing the life of
Impossibly sweet dreams.
Mendacity from men
While pushing to reckon
The heart with the veracity.
Falling through the ice of
Sins committed by the
Mind of a sleeping soul.
Too true the eyes of
Touching hands and breath.
Can I long for you?
Can I sing for you?
Millions of miles strumming
The reach and appealing
The sky that flows openly.
Dare I dream the blue blossom?
A heart in remission
With the dreams and essence of
Untold and undefined want.
