When talking speaks

i live under a close cover
i see my life under its mystical warmth
and her ancient drumming
on the momentary valley time walks his horse
and the road keeps summing
in a gentle remorse
all the dead flowers blackening
gathered forming a rose
with voice silently soothing
taking my anchor to a different course
a simple visitation energying
molecules opening doors
2 lights seem to shine like vanity
it trembles her makes her decide to go
and knowladge with his purple armour
is just curious to know
about the whitness of lady foe
but the red in the silkness
of jealousy show
experience is left not knowing what to know
hope is alone wandering if he can still carry on
they come to me for comfort
the come to me for soul
now they r sitting silenty on my wondering porch
but love turned out with the perfect goal
he said why dont we turn on our torchs
and stumble in eacthother in the real world
maddness felt happy and agreed to vote
the movment disappeared as it heard
caution stood up and said lets take a rain coat
as they went along
sailing with my boat
then mind said to soul "here they go again doing what i thought"
and silence stood quitely watching them float
im left alone with television on and a paper book
wishing that what i see isnt really over
would they come back and forget
so we can live under that close cover once again...