When you sing
When you sing beauty are the words
Shunning static parallel lives,
Pure, chastened spirit thrives
Fragile fertility loose are the seas
Caught in the whirl of ancient melodies
Beauty in bed, beauty in the performance
Beauty in the everyday, beauty clothed and dormant
Secretly, softly quietly hum the birds
When you sing beauty are the words…
For those who cannot sing
Smiling enchanted red lips
Give and brush away our familiarity
Smoky hazed room, slim hips
charm token eyes of clarity
Beauty as the oddity
Bought and released
as the timeless commodity
Forgoing our remembrance
briefly briefly, flutter away
our fatal fears of finality…
Cherry blossom streets stretched our hearts
The flow of time twists, stop-starts
Cannot stand still, twitching when apart
