I met you and fell upward
To the bliss
Of sunshine and the sweet of a rose
And with the power of a kiss,
I fell to the sky.
I thought I would bleed
For you, but I found myself
Upon a midnight reading
Out from my lonesome shelf.
The picture on the page
Dances in my head wile
As this bird flies from the cage
Made weak from this child.
The voice of my past
Cannot last
This straining of my heart
He died whilst speaking his art.
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