The sun forgave itself
long ago, for burning too bright,
it scorched our touching palms,
cheek to cheek, it burnt.*

That night we whispered
A song to the reeds,
Let it drift down that
Wayward line of memories,
Let it settle in the graves
Of each bed we slept in.

We let fate colour our
Hearts recklessly, like a
Child who can't stay
Within the confined lines
Of their drawing book.

Until the dawn began,
And we let our skin simmer,
Melting on each other's lips.
Until we are only skeletons
Embracing through a
World set in flames.

Some leaders thrive on their power,
Great leaders strive to empower.
Some feel power is absolute,
The great ones though... know the real truth.

My only comfort is my hand in my own,
So gently my thumb moves across my skin.
And all I see in the dark are silhouettes of death,
And lights too far to reach.
And no sound but the music in my head,
The mellow tunes of autumn pain.
Still I won't open the door,
Nor will I escape,
While the valley I call home falls asleep