Forge
My wishing well is broken,
The water washing into the fire,
Evaporating into the dark land.
Still the pennies are tossed in,
Until the smell of copper bleeds through the air,
Choking out the images of my dreams.
Lost in the here and now,
Looking into the glass for the next moment,
Where I will shed sharp tears of release.
The water washing into the fire,
Evaporating into the dark land.
Still the pennies are tossed in,
Until the smell of copper bleeds through the air,
Choking out the images of my dreams.
Lost in the here and now,
Looking into the glass for the next moment,
Where I will shed sharp tears of release.