Amber glowing
Burnished to perfection
Crafted delicately from
Dreams of waves
Enfolded within the
Flowing tides
Graceful in every
Hypnotic motion
Intoxicating all senses
Just at a single touch
Knowing the pleasure
Lying beneath each
Moment of delicacy
Neglecting the hidden
Ominous taint of
Pure conniving seduction
Quelled by desire
Rusted iron set aside
Shining, sun kissed silver
Takes its place
Unveiling the new
Vanity, fair yet sly
Want for purity
Xerxes' greatest weakness
Yesteryear reveals, yet
Zealously we pursue this
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.