somewhere far away, among the mountain breeze,
there lies the difference between you and me.
running swift, frantically, up around broken trees,
through our lost meadow, among the debris.
pale white skin, broken with bones
never quite enough, to make her
feel at home.
posture of an arrow, knees weak like a leaf.
in the middle of autumn, waiting on the brink.
still air, and shallow breath, time moving quickly.
running from fear, or running to me.
yet still in a storm, still lightening comes, a surprise.
you didn't see it coming, it's there In your eyes.
treading back down the hill, you watch your feet move
away from the crime seen, nothing left to prove.
now in the cool breeze, still the clock always tics.
starry skies and the lies, in our heads, they still click.