I watched the smoke rise slowly from your tired eyes. Two columns formed a marble gateway to a starlit room. And, painfully, you raised your stick + led me through with promises of paradise, where nothing ever dies - it blossoms. I followed, pacified. No preconceptions, open-eyed. My faith worn on a shaky hand but hanging to your ribbons. We danced across the crystal ocean, we sheltered from the storm. We were warm inside a blacklight cavern - watched the red sky raining roman candles; washed our hands in amber - we were married in the shade. A shadow band was serenading Adagio, then faded yellow, grey-green, purple, blue... A rainbow whirlpool pulled us down; we tiptoed senseless underground. There was nothing we could hold except each other. You murmured your apologies; I smothered you with sympathy. We crawled, we shivered to the mirror where you stretched your shaky hand - hung bravely to my ribbons... And me? I watched my tired eyes slowly burning. Slowly burning. (Fade away) |
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