Mar 04, 2009 21:45
draw a line across my moon shape face
let's fly on this trapeze wire
underneath the midnight sky
underneath the earth where we become
compressed by fire
formed to fit the caves and spires
molten glowing metamorphosed
pressurized
I take your hand and feel it burn
place cool coins into your palm
we'll take these to the boatman
and he will take us home
I wake with moonlight on my skin
faintly glowing trickling in
bathes the landscape white
snowcovered to alight
into the cool and cleansing night