A Love Song.

If a meandering drop of sunshine

Could soothe a sympathetic cough,

And a light is all we would ever need,

Would you help me to carry the stars?

A smiling graveyard of faces,

Initiates the great king’s charade.

So it was done to all,

Only to be undone by us.

A paragraph, cold and condensed.

This plastic love, so dearly molested.

The faith was all he could lose.

But the throne was all that mattered.