the ballad of burning

ballad. a ballad of sorts. construed and twisted with torque. lashing flames and burning vines. whipping at his hair. to singe and sing in the same moment. shaking vison in a frame. fall back. to dialect. where emotion can be conveyed. in human terms. if you let this be. enter everything from me. passing images of street corners. where time stands still. and dreams will fufill. do i sound like im awake? because I cant tell anymore. all i see is forever more.

would you take upon this endless task? the one i come to always ask. if i had a magic key to break your seal. youd share with me all that there is in this world of ours. this world is ours. yours, alone. yours, mine.