Enunciations - Metamorph heart

On a Wednesday of ashes my heart was healed

In a cold March I vowed never to see you again.

But still I fear the waters of my heart will make me see

What no longer must be, for what I was

If we kissed, it would be nostalgia gone backward

If we danced, it would be steps backward

We did not make moorings in aspirations

Nor in priorities, all lost and scattered

Memories are tears with you

Though they twinkle like shooting stars

For between stars, there was darkness

And no conscience... of helping hands either

The ship sails, it's lost

And grooves celebrate, a crossing

Flaming and aquatic

Flowered of time

In a nebula of skies healed my heart

In a cold sap I determine, not to return

But still I fear the gallops of the heart will make me see

What is no longer to be, for what I did not see

If we were to touch, it would be fond trauma

If we move, it would be slips backwards

We made no ties in aspirations

Nor in the beats, all scattered rain

Memories are tears with you

Though they twinkle like shooting stars

For between stars, there was darkness

And no realization... of hands that would save

The ship sails, it's lost

And grooves celebrate, a passage

Flaming and aquatic

Blossomed from time

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