Wasps...
Does beauty have your pity?
When following waters, for a moon that gasps...
The home of warmth, is a grave in it's city...

Berried of virtue, songs to delve
Worth the wink of silence, that came to relation
Form me the shadow of a world, we are to heal the self
When disparate friendships, show a secret their plan

Fun, is a sharing here say to sincerity's fruit
Notice the gain, the pain of choices in love
With a reaching soul, to liberate a few, the levity of who
Is a rage in conscience's face, and who is a swallow to us?

Handshakes put away, to name a child
For a realer nature, time to live and let live
The coping shall, we fame with a guidance through the wild
To a temple of substance and irony, that has a gift to give:

Your life, if not the simplicity of a reigning house
Set on your imagination's hill, an atrophy to dance
And dance, a world of time and the fate of when all is ours
The lights of introduction, have a ghost some call sides of defense

The fight lasts long enough, to see the sun...
Where we are; the health of romance, impugned
With the smile of harmony, a gravity of power's turning into fun
Again, the paces of perception in hindsight, that is no wound...

Play with me, until light's convene in the should...
Prowess of further pangs, for the food of acceptance, a moment
With the family of thought, that made us, a whole tear of could...
A child of resolve's seat, be a shape of a new star, that eats what it meant?