The Last 20 – A Ballad

As a power ballad, climbing the ladder, joined to lift.

One puts on airs of slowness as if it is the score that we follow.

In the beginning, a single note pedaling.

The piano opens the flow and in perfect measure, strings enter.

Building intensity, constant escalation.

A pause, a drop.

And the drums kick in.

Heaven's racing heart turns to face this lifting feathered soul.

Piercing the blue near the top.

Beloved, we compose the key.

Sorrows blotted.

Naked suffering laid low in its minor key.

Verse, chorus, bridge, refrain, hook.

It wasn't possible alone.

And we were never alone.

Turtles deep.

Mountains high.

Not what we were made for but for whom.

Dismantle the cross – the outro croons.

The Kiss waits to end it all; repeat; repeat.