now I peer at the golden sun and bow
the sky is lit up in soft pinks and blues
love echoing through my bones
like the kind of song the heart remembers
it feels like the perfect dream, falling
deeper into you
rinsing myself from the seeds like a spiritual dancer
my pockets are full of shrubs
punctual when I look at you, then shyly look away
you cast a spell on my moonlit eyes
let me fall from this ceiling into ominous foam
we were never meant for weeds
the opaque shift from purity to sin
somewhere between these distorted lines
I lost the beauty in living
when the clouds bled and you moved me to tears
I rose from the ashes with my pride
with my waxen wings
I never found the humour in dying
tainted by misfortune, weeping angel stirring
speaking to each other in an ancient language
my tongue knows you well.