10:45 Amsterdam Conversation
Water broken voice
Saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy
Broken hearts fall from throats
Broken Hearts
When heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped like kaleidascopes
Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted
Water broken voice
Saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy
Broken hearts fall from throats
when heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted
Water broken
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Voice
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
By Kaleidoscopes The sun has set to mourning
By Kaleidoscopes The sun has set to mourning
By Kaleidoscopes The sun has set to mourning
The sun has set to mourning