Innocence's Singer

Born of the muse's breath

to soar through the souls of life

and bring them cause to smile and tear

where the heart beats

with innocence,

but clothed without passion's warmth.

Eternally empowered to slip into mind

the precious plumes from divine love,

that mortals would rise

above the simple search for survival

where one feels clouds are magic

having keys to gardens unseen

brought to life amid the clamor of beats.

Cherub drifts from sunrise to sunrise

always ready to give his song

unto the tides flowing in the veins

who discover in others a hand to caress.

His notes flutter in the mind,

awaken the sleeper swaying in solitude's hammock,

giving them reason to want more

than a stroll in the shadows, silent and alone.

By sacred celestial psalm his voice

will reach into the depths of secrets,

bringing forth the treasures guarded,

until wings of affection sprout on naked beings,

so they can fly as always intended.

Once a year, his labors zenith in the glory felt,

when the pearls of his bow

pierce most intensely

while lovers are glued to their embrace

by the mystical call of February Fourteenth.