Permanence.

I compare you to the kiss felt
Like vocals last refrain, or the
Freedom expressed as words
Touch the Page, and maybe
You are the last addiction that
My heart can't deny, yes it makes
me happy Baby and yes you know
It always goes, and with light my
eyes grow large, and the love takes
It's charge over me.

I assume the powers that grow over
me, rapture is like lightning enshrining
the viens, and, still this grows like addiction
Who can deny, one last cycle reminds me daily
but you always know, eventual snow, and even
with eyes a kiss falls gently.

Two fell from the tower and turned into day,
Floating up high they expressed power and true
Pain. Addiction is like a victim we can't deny, so
It makes us, hollow, maybe, and yes it snows, but
Light fills the vessel each new day.

When I'm gone away, I hope the feeling does stay,
The life, on which you build on and yet remain.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©