Saturday, July 4, 2015

Field.

And in the end,
Time brushes past itself again
Moments bleed through our skin
Age is but an honest friend

You were ablaze tonight
Walking through a field of light
We send up streaks of fire
And they melt into the sky

The love, the fear
Just to not have you near
Dragging my architecture here
Leaning on stars ever clear

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