Steel / words / 2011 / Out

And how you would just stir
	In that twilight haze
		That backlight painted my mind
		With soft expression
		Of your lost soul
		My hand would stare up at you
		Awaiting our first dance
			And I would lay back and watch you
			Fire your pyre around me
			And this place
		I somehow wonder if I will ever carry in that essence
		And if your story will ever find its break
		Our jagged spirits would just mesh
		As rusted gears
			I would stare at the ceiling
			And listen to your feet swim
			In ecstasy
		We were children of your tears