Tuesday, August 30, 2005


strumming harmonic happiness

the strings all dance for me

playing to the angels round us music they can see

octaves range in pitch of what my fingers feel

in the space of sequential collusion strings spell what is real

in my arms the probed seduction takes off at a chord

we’ll say quite all we need to now without the spoken word

you’re a part of my existence in your perfect woman’s form

I’ve noticed no rejection from your polished wooden warmth

when all about is hatred bickering and strife

I hold you in my loving arms since 8 you’ve been my lfe

a crystal clear perception of what I can portray

your love is like a vacuum taking me away

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