Luminaire
Red lights are all aglow
It's just like the universe to give a yielding no
To the hankering in the suspended colors
Is it a fantasy, is it of any wonder
To ponder the moment of being swept up in a hurricane
Carried away by the force of his name
The power of the clever master plan of his hand
Twisting and turning my wandering heart in the sand
Time drawing on me like a blade
His presence is heavy, his face will never fade
Worn linens of my skin have caressed his heart
Pressed undying lips to his dreams of art
Falling into the end
Green lights luminaire of where it began
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