He touched her arms lightly,
Tunes filling the cold breeze,
Glow of the world beneath,
Shining into stars in a mob.
Time eluding everyone,
Notes of eras meshed in,
Waves of nostalgia,
Engulfing with a touch.
Bass in a different line…
Snowing in the summer…
Fireworks of memories…
Deserted in strands of life.
Echoes of lust in the air…
Webbed lines of sanity…
Nights caught in wasps…
Broken vows of insanity.
They tell you about the end,
They like to think of dreams,
They tell you of belief in Magic,
They tell you to change the Song.
