The Da Vinci Code

Beneath the sigh of our scripted actions,
kinetic fire jumps to the cadence of glances.
little shared expressions; light refractions;
echoes of the inner, mingling moon dances.

Like the harmony of billions of low chords,
a shared desperation, passion, boredom,
has written our song with violence, swords,
and scattered us to places to die for them.

And knowing all of this in my defeated bones,
I stand before you unable to out think beauty.
My philosophy fallen short of your soft tones,
and my reason wanting,
so long as youre close to me.