No, today doesn’t
die alone
Watch the withered
colours run
From what the
candle light has shone
Through tales of
ghosts and freedom
Through touch of
yore
And widened eyes
of youth
That caress the
fields of green
And within this forsaken
shelter of little light
I laugh, and begin
to breathe.
Will I find you in
the tides?
At the periphery
of waking?
Whisper and tame
the spell of time
It is yours for
the taking.
They may burn this
tree down
But the roots will
remain
The hope of age
shall spring anew
After the falling
of the rain.
And I shall follow
your raindrops
Until on that cold
floor, I kneel
If the sky is a
wound
The moon will
heal.
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