Sing to me. With my eyes closed, let me see. I do not care what words you chose; they matter not. Just let me hear their precious harmony. Sing slow. Sing soft. Sing me into another world, another life, another time. Carry me far away. Anywhere. Breath to me a masterpiece. Show me ancient corridors split by rays of golden light. If you would allow them, they would warm my cold soul. Dust swirls through the beams and play upon the highs and lows of your beautiful voice. Wipe the tears from my heart with your notes. Your song purges away my inadequacies.
Make me whole.
Please.
About Me
- Sargnt Spiky
- Not a knight, nor a noble. Never could he be called a king, but he was a man of God. And that was more than enough.
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