Dance, oh love

A Poem by Nickjohnson

Felt like getting a little old school on thou.

Oh! Rapture indeed is your symphony’s, having crescendos from sprouting

Jealous rapiers of the ground below, to the harmonious whispers of words on eagle wings. Ballrooms of falling blossoms, entwine this love. Oh! Harkin the melodies that

Bind hearts, blowing bodies to and fro, calling each lover to his own. Let the rain pour down and encase this dream, preserving this moment with irregular continuity on the

Gowns and suits we choose to wear. Climb the horizons in the distance with faith,

Tower above the storm beheld.

As tears stream, create ravines down your face,

Have them glimmer, with notes on a dream,

And fly away, butterflies to the dusk.