~ Think; Say; ( Love Me ) Do ~
~ Think; Say; Do ~
Let not thy harsh lips be the gates where truth goes to die; for tongues splice verse yet words ne'er lie. Rather, part their curtained horizon to issue time and latcheth souls eternity bound, to rest in their hearts your imperial sounds which sow thoughts through a language yet untaught.
Thoust changeth nought if not your own world be changed to lifteth heaven's still voice to fell the idols of remontant hearts; for even the sky wends a wreath if it reacheth not for another sky, aye, e'en to an audible light where the sacristy of heart strings abide with unseen harps in an orchestra that never sleeps.
Raise portcullis of marrowed cage and finally, becomest the bidden fruit in the apple of thy Father's eyne, for tomorrow must swallow love's yestreen woes and nights shall weep each day ye sow.
Yet here today, flickers of noon are guillotined by velveteen lids and their chiffony blades clip time in a crowded hour wherest rain in Paris and crumbs in bed regale their tale of bliss unsaid, for lo; when the last note falls from us all and tyrant shadows reside in our own music box which maketh sound no more, muffled by God's footstool inside an earthen pocket afore His speckled cape, dusk shalt still draw swart hem to enter Lewis' secret wardrobe and trade lineament with a yawning morn; yea; spirits shall blink a sleepy orb and suspire aghast at strawberry quartz, auric pavements and reigning sapphire blue to inhabit another world and wave valedictory victory of sayonara to a jaded public who wipeth mud from the teashade glasses of their paper hero to live in their own universe beneath Lennon's feat.