JJ-stache

I Surrender my soul to my garden of Jane,

the queen of heaven, of the profane finality.  

An old soul of the fallen as the dawn shadows

the night behind our mind and immortality.

Now I wear my crown of sorrow

as I leap of faith into your arms of reality.

To question all, everywhere and nowhere,

whilst memories whisper silently alone.

Shattered in aspect for our misty mountain

Yet I believed in the strength of your throne.

Therefore, I shall open my eyes alone

and the vain dream hath flown.

‘This Sunday,

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