The Rebirth of Dyin'

 
It was so many moons aglow
when love first shot it's bow
into a tattered, battered heart...

Like life, 'pon reflection's show
a dream believer believed
what it didn't know, that grandiose
promises to make dreams come
into view, is a true illusionist' art...

Thus, a cycle of dyin' to die
again, rebirths such ceaseless
cryin' as the dream seamlessly
tears an ocean's pour which
remains soundless to love's ears...