a single kiss arrives too late
as dark night bleeds into my brain
for troubled sleep brings no peace
and night begs the same deceits.

but a simple truth i understand
as flowers wilt beneath the rain
my landscape fills with shifting stone
and chasing dreams brings no release.

all my bridges i watch burn
with the flames that i have fanned
as a single figure now stands alone
incandescent like a falling star.

as the dawn light breaks like brittle bones
and the morning sky turns to rust
and all my hopes turn to dust
i watch the raging sky fluctuate

this waxing sun i can't control

nor indeed the maudlin moon

as distant thoughts evaporate

into yesterdays forgotten dreams.

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speak to the dark angels