Cascade

To see a star falling impressions my mind.
Deep whispers into the end of forever time.
Abysfull darkness intertwined with keepsake gold,
to have forever, to cherish and hold.
Contests of life flashing up inside,
Unlike the bitter man, who is truly blind.
Music in my mind is like a challenged symphonic sound
standing in ovation, for something to be proud.
Unmarked objects whistle throughout the air
ANd can never fully escape the unpresident stare.