Unnatural.

Maybe it's unnatural to eleviate this void, cold in reminance, but further more deployed...

Had an existence not been known, I'd withstand the ledge, alone

But pouring rain doesn't make the storm, it's the energy of the light, once warm,

where strikes and bolts take what's known, and there in time ignite, 

For love what sky wouldn't anger, just to grow such little wing's, of flight 

I made a vow to love where due , all  with heart those little things,

For in the somber womb and all past or present shall atone, and bring,

We made this beauty therfore I,  am a  pleasent master of such an embrace, 

But heaven holds the glory too,  of the finery details of your face,

Such a tenderness,  and mourning comes , I'm not just like the sea, I'm sure

I'm blue in comparison to the waves, rushing over me then  furthermore, 

But forgive the hearts of those who seek it, the freedom to grow a single rose,

For many hours were then lost, counting little fingers and toes,

To love I say be fortunate to know where home is bound,

For angels soar upon those thing's,  and neither touch the ground.