Fire is the sun and the moon
These dusty fields and broken streets I walk through
Fire is everyday and every word
And I am ashes
Ashes
Spread amongst the purslain
And the charging ocean winds
The vestigial glint of hope
I am ashes
Now
A ceremony
As ashes fall into place
I have to die
To be reborn
Oh
How have I died?
Only in your eyes and in your arms
I was burning with the rage of bullets
And pin-struck amorous lighting
A thousand needles
Each speaking the name of the flame
And stubbornly stabbing
My mind ablaze in torrid heat
How have I died?
Only in whatever way I had to
I am ashes
Falling slowly from the life I used to have
When all was fire
And I was cinder
I am ashes
Formulating in unexplained definitions
Where love is death and birth
The let of knowing holding on
And no wind could tarry me assunder
I am ashes
From a life before
A living heartbeat
And belief
I am ashes
Falling into place
Every little part of me
Who I was
And who I'll be
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
Fire is the sun and the moon
These dusty fields and broken streets I walk through
Fire is everyday and every word
And I am ashes
Ashes
Spread amongst the purslain
And the charging ocean winds
The vestigial glint of hope
I am ashes
Now
A ceremony
As ashes fall into place
I have to die
To be reborn
Oh
How have I died?
Only in your eyes and in your arms
I was burning with the rage of bullets
And pin-struck amorous lighting
A thousand needles
Each speaking the name of the flame
And stubbornly stabbing
My mind ablaze in torrid heat
How have I died?
Only in whatever way I had to
I am ashes
Falling slowly from the life I used to have
When all was fire
And I was cinder
I am ashes
Formulating in unexplained definitions
Where love is death and birth
The let of knowing holding on
And no wind could tarry me assunder
I am ashes
From a life before
A living heartbeat
And belief
I am ashes
Falling into place
Every little part of me
Who I was
And who I'll be
Well ******
