Blackest black and your voice is low. Tempting, soliciting, calling me back. Don't shake down and don't let up. Bringing happy memories between sullen brows. Intertwining broken sparrows, eagles wings and constant yawning, brings a spring of young swans fawning. Blushing cheeks and itching elbows, rosy lips and tender sparklings. Frosty icy fingers crossing every line with x's and o's. Somethings wanting, wishing, happening, shaking, stirring, yearning, lost in cracks. Sugar plumbs go dancing, prancing, laughing through my memory hoping, lasting, and changing an enemy of smiles. Embracing love, its everlasting phantom changing. Shake the stars the Milky Way complaining. Blackest black and your voice is low. Don't shake down and don't let go.