A thought kind and soft

A drifting wave

A charming dreamer

His mind joined like two fools collide

He wants things his way

Then say it is his way.

But who is fooling who

When time comes and pieces can’t be mending

Oh! Salis the seventh

No one should love

The dreamer in your vines

He is cruel and thoughtless

Morning always comes to your brow

But shade it like a night artist.

You walk the busy streets in search of a temporal coin

Loving the prison with no walls

Yet love the writer in me

That must write the unheard.

Mystery or war

Every thief has his way with you

And you know the way

Yet walk a way

Oh! Silas the seventh

The love that lives and is gone

If I must stay

Show me the stay

OOOOO!! Salis the seventh.

You wonder why I don’t cry

You wonder why isn’t her broken

You wonder why her witty wisdom

In your swift lighting thought

I know you and you hate that

Oooo! Salis the seventh

It’s not by might that I know, but by his spirit

Do I know what I know.