Sitting in the sanction of the setting sun | 1 |
I steadily stumble | 2 |
Into the rhythm of her silence. | 3 |
Letting my eyes stretch out in the dimness I see | 4 |
All this is so natural | 5 |
So infinite | 6 |
So no. | 7 |
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In the serenity you deftly devoured the distance | 8 |
Creating within me a singular rendition of fear. | 9 |
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Ice laced lilies are licked by formfitting moonlight | 10 |
And silently sanctified in their lonely night. | 11 |
But though they were innocent | 12 |
Was the moon that gave them light? | 13 |
And the rain that gave them water? | 14 |
No. | 15 |
The moon stole her light – she’s worthless on her own. | 16 |
The rain washed away the evidence covering a million’s guilt. | 17 |
And now I sit here fiercely fictitious | 18 |
Letting my deathly cold hand wipe | 19 |
The condensation of love on your skyline sill | 20 |
So still despite glib gravity’s seduction | 21 |
And the whispering wind in the windows | 22 |
Where I tried to see over the lilies in the tainted grove. | 23 |