The Lie

Air so sweet the memory

Blue waters and their tang

Waves of the all engulf me

And it builds some more

Pull so close in binding

Breathe that breath to claim

Standard of a sensual chorus

So easy to stay this way

Worried echoes of angels

Laughter that chances to dare

Muster of wanton naivete

And it builds some more

Cries in dark embracing

Flesh slides smooth and bare

Consuming and creating

Promise to stay this way

Refrains of breathing waiting

Rhythm of smiles and stares

Pains and water breaking

And it builds some more

Cries in water embracing

Blood and tears so pure

Newest breath so tiny

It must always be this way

Mold the world to take it

Contain the sun to share

Still soft the touch to invite

And it builds some more

Glow of noontide embracing

Replay of practiced stares

One sincere the other maybe

It might always be this way

Hint of summer failing

Shadow of pensive malaise

Torn banner of a wistful chorus

The song is sung no more

Chimes that seem much louder

Where laughter used to raise

Stares no longer linger

It must always be this way

Proposition of a sunset

Blunt incision to fillet

Choking wailing convulsing

It starts to falter more

Rush to build salvation

Exhaustive tears unsure

Surely some feelings still linger

Bargaining to keep it this way

Emptiness of expulsion

Stupefied sickened dazed

Wondering how it all happened

It can never be anymore

Air so bitter the memory

Blue waters and their tang

Waves of cold engulf me

A lie is all that stays