Resonance Point
(Strawberries)

What makes me alive?
Summer's a dream of forever...

  You describe euphoria so prettily,
  Eyes like my biology like your poetry
  like the cloudfull of sky under my lovingtree

Music
sensation is
strawberries

    Innocence sweeter than cherries
    the babes of my sistertree,
    childlike - 
    as if kneading bread were an innocent thing
    as if it were simple, hands on the freedom-machine

What makes me alive is the truth in your eyes
the day you recieved freedom; ritualized
But they were too late: I, only I, gave you strawberries
now
strawberries, then
(June's such a naive dying thing.)

  You describe tomorrow so beautifully
  Words like your poetry like my belief
  Tell me I'm real; I'll believe it...

What makes us alive? is music

a dream
is summer,
(stained sunsets)
forever

				-- E(lipse