There is distant light on her face;
Of the way her heart was displaced;
she knows just because of the way he goes on;
To the special somewhere in a far off place.
The casted way of all the pieces;
Gone to so simple words;
Where love’s creation has forgotten the shape of the water;
Each night releasing a greater temptation – the deep water in their souls.
Of the roses given to their demons;
The words of lost time;
They scatter and flee before each others eyes;
What has made them fly has made stone graves and voices.
When that one candles appears;
The pieces bind itself to magical forces;
Where rivers run wild and rampant;
Each can no longer trust each other or be friends.
Copyrighted 2009
