I choked the earth from within my lungs,
As a sudden chill breathed life back into my charred and blacken'd
Bones. I thrust a single shriveled hand from deep within this
Tomb of sand, and laid my eyes upon the remnants of the setting sun
I stared in wonder and childish thrill at the visions the moon gently
Drew on the hill, submerged under waves of radiant colour and beauty.
The cold perception and artisan lines, created at will,
Were simply divine.
I nearly wept for the world, deprived of this perfection...
The smoke twirled and danced on the wind,
A gift from dead embers frozen into the sand.
A river of colour,
Shining from the frost flows down
From here where I lay, under the dust.
I refused my salvation, that shimmering beacon in the night.
With nothing to use but my own two hands,
I eclipsed that pale moonlight with sand.
Buried again...
I long for the end, be still my beating heart.
Not answers, not penitence, not flame. Only the dark.
I had stared in wonder and childish thrill at the visions the moon
Gently drew on the hill,
Submerged under waves of radiant colour and beauty.
The cold perception and artisan lines, created at will,
Were simply divine.
I nearly wept for the world, deprived of this perfection
The smoke twirled and danced on the wind,
A gift from dead embers frozen into the sand.
A river of colour,
Shining from the frost flows down
From there where I lay, under the dust.