Charm Bracelet

The chalkwhite line developes into a river

Its moving down the past

It's in the Place, I used to live at last.

It's in the forest, were I met the moon.

Who used to suffer.

It was there,

I was a prayer.

The moon was a fisher,

I was a wisher.

Down the trees next to the river

At the holy sea by a trembling shiver

As it was broken, it could be fixed

As we were broken, we could be fixed.

In a small Moment, in a dream of homeland.

As if the world eclipsed.

By a bird shaped paper on the escalator.

Now singing words of wisdom in the elevator.

And the World driving by,

as if it's all just emotion in a constant motion.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Blessed are those, who came along to reassess.

Like music in the loud crowded train,

like Someone who walks calm in the rain.

The small things, which remain.

And through the vulgar sky,

the ordinary moonshine,

So often quoted and so often mine,

is just little chalkwhite lining in the eye.

Nothing more and nothing less.

But my whole heart, I guess.

The smile of time falling from salvation,

is learning to swim in it's own hymn.

And the end of pain in every way living way,

is haunting in all the games we play.

It's renewal is a a crown of stars growing on Top.

As the crown of Throns begins to drop,

and I send out seaguls, as I cant give the whole sea.

I Send them all the way down the chalkwhite eternity.

Till the moon questions "Can you hear me?" as it's shine is all over me.