Prey do not think buffoon
My feelings within like a sin
Rise from the deep
But they never stay deep within
When I'm asleep.
A chasm holds them deep and grim,
Where are no bars,
It lies there just within the rim,
Love and the stars.
But would the chasm have a floor,
Or I some wings,
I would do much much more then soar
And wish for things.
We'd soar, soar with wings together
Out the abyss,
And fly as light as a feather,
Floating in bliss.
We would comet and light the night
And day the sky,
Laying the heavens in plain sight,
Before all eyes.
We would sing a duet of love,
Laugh and cajole,
And I'd send a bouquet by dove,
Holding my soul.
A large carat star your finger,
The ring would be
And married thus we could linger,