Forbid:

All things new

Everything that is blue

Empty sweet nothings

There is nothing that is true

The window is open

As is my heart

Calm interior notions

Everything torn apart

Bluish dawn awakening to see

Obsidian eyes glaring at me

Hark

The birds sing their pretty little song

My heart is secure as the day is long

Bursting with intent A desire to move on

Much Love Much Life