You and I, Down the alleys between the fields of corn, We were chasing the daylight, The sun, turning from orange to amber Dying on softly,smouldering skies, The sun turning flesh to grey stone, On the crushed beds of torn newspapers, The sun, taking apparitions wondering in from the storm And laying them to rest Under the dust, where the fields end And the river begins to churn, You and I, Swimming in the water, the waves hiding our bodies Ploughing deeper underneath The world looked perfectly still Neither backwards or forwards We weren't drowning Our room lay unwrinkled among the fishes on the floor of the sea We were dressed and ready And the time for the flight had come We tasted the blood and the salt And felt the wetness beneath our brains And we knew, The window was upon us We only had to look out and see the trail Resplendent into the folds Of the undead and the near, You and I, In the corridors where the shadows go out to sing and quietly disappear Turning and turning, To the shadows And watching each other Scattered in the night air We know we are together As we drink in Our lasting essences The wind took us, The earth bled us The night will carry us, The day will bury us, The weariness will be sprayed on the Soul as the praying begins and chant for further re-birthing You and I, Sinking in the mellow smoke like essence, The stars blink in their passage And stare out at the silent universe. 39 lines |