alight in dark embrace
grandiose the thoughts of those
lost in the forest
but I can see the trees
As the melody secretly floats away
on tethered hopes and dreams
watch the smoke engulf blue eyes
as the shine goes
soon we're little more than tiny figures
see there, on the silver fields - cowering in the hot shade
that's where we left frozen pride
On the way back to lake, through hands like weeds
striding tall again
so full of ourselves, we scream into the faded skies
only to awaken in the sand of our desires
in mud
the gritty beds of a vagabond
Another night by the lake,
another night of bitter roots
round the supple throat -
still in the moss,
right where we belong.
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