It came on wind of air soft tuned
waif of thought
bloomed and loomed
by friendship binding a lover's knot
and minutes moments
sky scrapes in thought
Saying now is in between of rhyme
a place to dream on borrowed time
and if you open mind of mend
past goodbye to a winged ascend
you'll see around the curve of grace
the loveliness of a caring face
I know this nudge is fulsome want
and seems to see past seam of real
to peel the skin
between the strands...
such faith's for you to understand
I've seen this bless of rip in weave
all stitched down
with stretched bereaves
to leave the moon of solo tone
to find a song not sung alone
but filled with fabric of forever
cinched with eternal hope
that can't be severed
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