vows are now completed
through our distant valleys
ancient trees blossoming in the alleys
blue moon brooding over
painting us a woven spell, an inner repentance that yield's
all sinner's bleed, for someone who's never guilty
hustling back to race the climb
another lost waltz
still pounding
at doors through the nights
my flame, your flame
destiny
that revealed us higher plains
a gray of shattered idols falling on us over sleep
the sickness from within, is now instilling the beat
wherever she stands, mastering the shadows
in the peasant streets
our keeper
into times before time
a leap,
through a life in black & white
humming high harmonies
into the forged illusive self
condemnation to blindness
in here honesty pays its dues
dignity frames
behind the wall
in the room, the bought doll
it's her essence, undergoing
through ceremonies
in a bash of illusions,
she walks with me
our chains are broken, the foreseen delusions
now awoken
her touch so gentle, so easy to be fond
our dain remedy, in invisible bonds
fantasies that rise from all incomplete histories
c'est la bohème de l'adieu
new age sun over the hills
blends over
and all wonders
now yearn
for our dream's matter
for unbound,
leaning ways
where only
a pain trespassed us from the start
nightly cities in a rush,
a lush light
flickering
through our highways envisioned
my home girl
trying now
her secret ideas
for an ideal world
always reminding me
word by word
patiently and undone,
the things
we should had said
or done
it's her nature call
again
always in a urge to kill
or breed
after the flood,
be my main stain
be my new place to hide
within
our liberation
a new constellation
will shape us the clouds
will shape us the rooftops
getting us ready
for some more stories
from the gutter
- where all stray cats
know their way home
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