Hurried Bloom

She has a hand of reasons to loose him

He liberates her often hidden smile

She buried trust faded away

He swallowed any promises they made

Darkness to weave its silent track

Stars decorate a shroud of black

Night closed the door on a fertile mind

And captured the light that the day worked so hard to provide

Vibrant golden hues

Melt into morning's hurried bloom

Whisper the secrets from night to day

Bird announces the dawning and fills it with praise

And the wound slowly heals

Voices inferior

Voices inferior

And the wound slowly heals

Moon raise your head

From a soft horizon bead

Shine on a thirsty ground

Merciless sun steals the water for the sky to drown