15 August 2012

You and me,

Not meant to be,

drifting wild and free on the open ocean I see,

Surrendered hearts on silver plates,

left so long,

so cold,

we could be late,

A golden orb beats down on our run,

the aching loneliness of a star, our sun,

Revival of a kiss,

upon a shallow brow,

what is this thought that we should allow,

Screams of silent,

silver fish,

enchant an old and weary wish,

Where magic beats in a pulse of light,

I release to the sky on the back of a kite,

Sailing to the stars and through birds,

Now, my love, won't you hear my words?

naaviieGolden Orb • Opuss № I