Sign of Times

I have visions
inkwells of colored raindrops
for every mood ...
collected from the breasts of clouds
Rejecting my suggestions
Pens shun scripting my story
Pages dismantling its lines In protest
Because I portrayed you as a villain
Sign of times
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I collected nectar from breezes
pollinated from flapping butterfly wings
A potion, Taken before I met you
On this now gray side of the horizon
I wanted to learn soft words that affect you
to romance you on a vacation
with some silly letters like this
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seasons will deliver you letters from me
by rain and falling leafs
gusts of winds and a touch of cold in winter
a warm breeze in summer
leather bounded by seasons ends
read them carefully where ever you look
sign of times
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sing a lullaby, sing the beginning
because I don't know how it started
I'll sing the ending ...
I know how the curtain will uncurl
I have an hour to spare to write my will
dead men have nothing more to lose
I couldn't finish our story
that started the way I wanted
so you script it the way victors do
sign of times
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It's time to go
I can't delay it any longer
just conclude it with a lullaby
so sing to me
cradled my last breath
and gently lay it down
carve a headstone in my memory
dedicated to you, phrasing
"it's the sign of times."
Sign of Times