heightening his jokes like being up to date about my load
the shield bearer took his place in front of the faraway columns
the queen of my early land of hopes taught me not to climb on
I needed him then and felt safe once more
while my thrill was yet to be lost
into a dying whisper about times to be ashamed

amongst the columns a bow without the arrow
the voice which I have hold so dear
breaks the light of new times
I should be happy to have never missed love
and I laugh at myself to keep away those reasons
that usually drift within my blue channels

the distant rooftop looking like covering a stormy charade
a crazy thought has kept me half blinded today
the things that shouldn't be cracking my senses
have gotten to me like a memoir of devilish insertions

I wrote down the date a couple of times until I've seen
why the girls were sharing kissy smiles