The cup is full
Where spirit drinks to soul's desire
And silver tone
To ether heights aspire
Heartbeat's pause
To lay so cold within my chest
A mere stone
In contrast to a pillowed breast
Where upon I lay
And time a paltry price
For moments spent
In memory once or twice
Would time be damned
Cast aside in aria's discourteous sweep
Broken by the music
Lulled to rhythm as the welkin weeps
Her soothing tears
Now wrap and shroud in sapphire tone
Until memory sleeps
And I am once again alone.
