In death ode an haunt, in smile of a taunt,
Grew a sign, silly silk killed me of a shine.
Breaths that skipped, jogged and blipped..
In the gaze of yours, ceilings that slit.
The free is a world, with astern a curse,
In the coming of you, the going it brings!
Askew another, taken away is a tale,
Frisks and shrugs, the world that remains..
So, smile dearie..for the reason of spring,
The painted of hurt, for a canvas benign,
In life of trust, bondage belays unspoken free words,
The sight of new and in shut eyes that care to dream.
