08-10-2014, 11:10 AM
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Finding myself walking along alone with the sand
envious of light's fade into the embracing horizon -
It's not that kindling surrenders; it merely lacks a start.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of lustful wanting,
before hiding away while the lonely huddle at dusk.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
Twilights without warmth or shelter -
void of glowing embers gilded in rapture,
remain a nightmare of all men still walking.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
My walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of her intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find her flint,
Yet I hope we brighten the flame before it's dark.
Finding myself walking along alone with the sand
envious of light's fade into the embracing horizon -
It's not that kindling surrenders; it merely lacks a start.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of lustful wanting,
before hiding away while the lonely huddle at dusk.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
Twilights without warmth or shelter -
void of glowing embers gilded in rapture,
remain a nightmare of all men still walking.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
My walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of her intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find her flint,
Yet I hope we brighten the flame before it's dark.

