(no subject)
Lover, I could swear that you were molded out of clay,
and smoothed by hands that clearly understood beauty
Better than us all
And when a soul was bled into your earthen skin
By those weary hands
And the molten coal of the ether kiln sent you spiraling
through complex amorphism till at last you met perfection
You shook his hand and said goodbye
And he said, "I've not yet told you of this 'time',
it will wear away your youthful shine
And on some quite cold morning
the glass inside your eyes will forget how
to reflect
And your flesh will plead to rest a while
And I must grant it so
And yet, though life keeps its promise
A little less each passing day
You shed your wings and surrendered to the fall from ether's kiln
And little did I know
But I would catch you when you did
And in asking you why sacrifice such as this had come to be
We melted into earthen bonds
Never to return
And to be, and to be
Alive again
When we tell him we are back again
and smoothed by hands that clearly understood beauty
Better than us all
And when a soul was bled into your earthen skin
By those weary hands
And the molten coal of the ether kiln sent you spiraling
through complex amorphism till at last you met perfection
You shook his hand and said goodbye
And he said, "I've not yet told you of this 'time',
it will wear away your youthful shine
And on some quite cold morning
the glass inside your eyes will forget how
to reflect
And your flesh will plead to rest a while
And I must grant it so
And yet, though life keeps its promise
A little less each passing day
You shed your wings and surrendered to the fall from ether's kiln
And little did I know
But I would catch you when you did
And in asking you why sacrifice such as this had come to be
We melted into earthen bonds
Never to return
And to be, and to be
Alive again
When we tell him we are back again