We walk down the aisle
to the rest of our life...

Soft summer winds against
the grassy green as we walk...

A mountain of clouds
crashes upon the earth...

Walking down the road
straight through the park...

I need no inspiration
to speak such simplicity...

Leaves brush upon the bark,
as the blue jays sing in melody...

Said the sun down to the people,
Redemption shall rise in a white-washed steeple...

This is for the poets
who's poems go unnoticed...

Chained by law, creativity stands,
Weeping to antagonizing eyes...

Hand down the bottle,
To the one they call the soul...

Sitting here with you next to me,
Cuddling close you say you're chilled...

Liquid extravagance in a bottle,
Holding the time that is to be had...