fall has fled and taken you along.
it hasn't snowed in florida for
far longer than i've known you
but sleet coats your car windows,
slicks your winding streets
and sticks to your tongue
like i once did. all fall's fault, it is,
that we have fallen in and out,
that our worlds have frozen over.

they say "write what you know"
so here i go:

The hurt
That hurts mind and heart
The thoughts, I paint in glossy words
Mould  them in ornate frames
And set free as vintage art

ancient wars suffer our fate
never told well, never told true
oh love, where has truth gone?
like memory, and justice

long lost in dreams
no longer dreamed by me
known deeply to you

perhaps only you
wishing it were both
of us together once more

ancient wars suffer
a fate like lovers
the past will never
be quite known

a mystery cult of time
long gone, a mystery cult
of two, only two

love: a mystery cult
of me & you