The beautiful is not chosen.

The chosen becomes beautiful.

The beautiful is not chosen.

The chosen becomes beautiful.



Please do not forsake me now,

Sparkling gone

With darkling says

I drift at times I know it's true

But I always drift on back to you.



The beautiful is not chosen.

The chosen becomes beautiful.



I have never tired of

Manna falling from above

When conscious thought

Meets careless heart

And two lost souls find one fresh start.



Lie me upon the earth

Feel it's curve beneath our spines,

Soon we'll follow it around,

One lost soul

Finally found.



The beautiful is not chosen.

The chosen becomes beautiful.



These are known as darkling days

Rhyming schemes gone askew

Crackling gifts of light and air,

Exploding words,

Ours to share.



The beautiful is not chosen.

The chosen becomes beautiful.