11 February 2013
Hidden your fingers are crossed.
I'll sing you a song from the air, from my thoughts.
I'll find, what you said was lost.
Tied up in string under thousands of knots.
If you would tell me your thoughts.
I'll write you a song that I'll hum as we walk.
You'll... try....to run. But... I'll be on your tail while my music is sung.
Hidden your whispers are faint.
I'll make you a picture, your lipstick my paint.
I'll carry what you said was weight.
And help you to finish what's left on your plate.
If you would let me create...
An image I'll make on an unblemished slate.
You'll...try...to hide. But...I'll hold up my canvas in front of your eyes.
Hidden your secrets untold.
I can forgive what's beyond our control.
I'll buy back, what you said was sold.
Take all the pieces and glue them back whole.
I hope you let me unroll.
The letters you put into bottles you throw.
You'll....try...to leave. But first let me show what we can achieve.
If. • Opuss № I