08-15-2014, 08:04 AM
Damp sand drags on motionless feet as
the sun bows to greet an embracing horizon -
I'm lost in dim light searching for my second part,
Soon 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.
Vainly I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of waning lust.
It's suggestive rays slipping through dusk.
Still I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
Our walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of your intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find your flint,
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
Its not that flames surrender, Its that they never start.
the sun bows to greet an embracing horizon -
I'm lost in dim light searching for my second part,
Soon 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.
Vainly I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of waning lust.
It's suggestive rays slipping through dusk.
Still I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
Our walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of your intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find your flint,
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.
Its not that flames surrender, Its that they never start.