Counter Balence

Meet me where the sun and moon collide for their final embrace,
At the intersection where black and white create the purest form of grey,
Where hate and love fuse together to spread contentment,
Where forever and never become a short period of human life.
Meet me in my imagination, it's the only place we can realistically live
without the battle,
without the false peace,
without backlash.
Follow the stream of music your soul pumps.
The tempo will allow you to exhale your current location
in a whirlwind of mixed emotions.
Unloosen the bonds of authority through your diction.
Allow every syllable to be performed each as a staring role as they waltz from your vocal chords, not missing a beat.
Let not your eye lids become shields, but reinforcements.
Release strength in a gaze because the radiation they send from their hearts cannot be over-looked.
Encourage the battle cries to serenade your eardrum,
we're not alone.
So when we finally reconnect all of our scences, the battle is won.
Sonar pitches and silence will orchestrate a victory song,
Impossible and achievement will concieve this event,
and
You and I will be happy.