Ancient Hymn

I wish to offer the world more than just beauty and plastic moments.
I wish to offer the world depth, conversation, poetry and wisdom.
I hope you do not deny me when I open those doors.


The doors were bounded by fake roses, because, you know,
I couldn't afford buying new roses every week.
Maybe I just didn't like watching something so beautiful die.

"What's in a name?" Well, what's in a glance?
Much more than you think.
(much less than you think.)

When the flowers bloom, my hair turns red
burning away winters doom & her brittle ends.
His & her & her & him
living in a virtual world
of
nostalgic grins and late night swims.

you'll always be my ancient hymn
(you'll always be my ancient hymn)