I held your hand,
As we flew away,
Down to the earth,
But never to stay.

Cause we're way up high,
Lost in the stars,
No faults in our eyes,
No pain from our scars.

We'll fly away,
With wings of our past,
We'll continue to soar,
As long as we have,

Our eyes to seek out,
What our mouths can't explain,
Nothing to find out,
Only words to explain.

My worn out fingers,
Wrapped around yours,
Your light still shining,
Your heart still implored.

Your smile leaves me breathless,
Like I'm stuck underwater,
My lungs gasp for air,
But only let out laughter.

We held the night,
In the palm of our hands,
Your eyes the stars,
My heart the land.

There is a soft tune that
moves beneath your fingers
as they move over the pages
and words and worlds
that you will never see.
All the words of hope
that I whisper
to the you
who exists within these barriers
of skin, bones and sorrow.
I fear these words will be like the music
that doesn’t stop but fades,
dissolving into time and distance.
Like that music
it will pass from me to you,
from you to nothingness.

Your touch fills the cracks
of my crumbling flesh,
you hold my soul at the tip
of your fingers —
love finds itself tracing
the dangers of my mind
with ease.

Can’t you see, dear? you are
becoming
my god.

There is a soft tune that
moves beneath your fingers
as they move over the pages
and words and worlds
that you will never see.
All the words of hope
that I whisper
to the you
who exists within these barriers
of skin, bones and sorrow.
I fear these words will be like the music
that doesn’t stop but fades,
dissolving into time and distance.
Like that music
it will pass from me to you,
from you to nothingness.