Baylee

Ariose

Ariose

is the poetry you speak

are the words you breathe

is the comfort you offer

Ariose

is when your heart beats,

uneven, imperfect

You tell me of your dreams,

fantasies and hopes

and you tell them as if they are reality

Take my calloused hand, pull me under

Give me the freedom of ariose

Sing as you fly,

or sing as you sink

Either way

you’ll be going down

in melody,

and in song.