falling from a link

is the sea daunted with grief
as do the priveledge sounding leave
is a wave of rejection

can the moonbeats chant it's luck
the travellers sinned
the dreams move on

when i look at you
you had a heart of justice
redeamed by the sun beating shackled
contours

are we in chains of remembrence
do we forget are wasted endevours
dous it rain on a dream
that moved so close

this content
is the heartbreak
a thriller of an old scene
that broke the understanding

we are wasted in the highlights
of the rivers
who moan and recollect
there sadness

can we believe this future
as it rambled on
a secret avenue
of promise and regret

never see doubed
as a colored madeness
so i promised
him the pink moons
revelations