Sunshine spills on my skin
Like golden ink on a parchment
And all is suddenly forgotten

My muse,
Appears then with
The voice of a guardian angel

Singing songs of love
Ending them on notes of heartbreak
And forlorn fables

Pay heed to my pleas of insanity
Or die trying to decipher
My sacred silhouette

Don't forsake your freedom
For a mere mirage
Something so terribly fleeting

I am a nimble nomad
And I shall soon walk away
Onto a trail of nothingness

Don't drink to the destruction
Oh Bereaved one!
Lookout for the parading pretenders

Love, you shall find it
In the strangest of places
Whispered my muse