chances of you

In silent waves of moments without beneath this hollow echo breath borrowed shades of autumn leaves, lost in a song bird serendipity. Devouring love's forbidden taste swallowed of words within the chances of you those eyes burn of fiery deep red, last chances of tomorrow's end. Flicker flames of hopeless hearts torn souls of life inbetween. The true language of one's destiny painted thoughts of yesterday. A canvas meadow driftbreeze of yellow golden ribbon flowing through a memory oblivion. Frozen moments melt of dreams resude ripples beneath rich of cedarwood river sediment traces of a marble sunrise breeze honeysuckle drops of morning dew the chances of you.