Amiss

 

What's a heart 'sposed to feel, but a sullen ache? For the soles of the feet that will run this race When a soul leaves it's body, what becomes it's fate? And if we need a dire warning, may we feel the quake...

I feel the fire in my own, saying it's not too late
To reach the whole of the world through an open strait
Water stems from the source, call it oceanic,
A speck of sand on the shore, cause the plots titanic.

Dreams of beads of the galaxy that stain a window.
And bring the bands of reality through open windows
If the mind compared neutrality in aire of the corruption
It might see through the opiate that breeds it's own destruction

We can only go amiss if we cease to function
In the ways that many miss, but their seasons coming...
To a head, a beginning; or an ending that is sorrowful
Songs played from the back of a funeral...


While her love so freely flows without hesitation
A mother meets her fear with a revelation
It's good to understand, that the past has faded,
So the heart can sow a field of rejuvanation

The circumference of the moon, as a meditation
As a nightingale takes flight from the conversation
To say that I'm alright is an understatement
A day within the life, filled with undertakings.