Saturday, 12 September 2009

after this life, during yours

when the wings come
I'll do something for you
In front those brown marbles I'll fly
beyond the reflection of your eye
above the towers and sky
past the moon n' sat-n' jupiter
I'll find a star out there that suits yer

should i forge that star
into a ring, if you want a
proclamation of love ting?
better yet lets keep it safe
and place it in a dream
there you'll have a guide
when riding that astral plane
forging better memories
from whence you came