I think about you
And my hands still feel electric
My mouth is a metallic aftertaste
Where you live In Memoriam
Fortified after hours; after time shattered, after time lost
After there was nothing else at all
You became the shadow that danced on the walls of this town
And they said that where blackbirds go to die
Is where you’d be found
And they said that luck came dressed in nine colours
That bow before the applause dies down
I think about you
And the way you set alight silk tongues in fevered rooms
And your hands that shunned the stars,
Because your mouth was full of diamonds
That filled the evening with an expired innocence
somewhere between lost and found.
I stand in stationary seconds
And I think about you
when my hands traced your map of ink and promises
Undeterred by the torrent of youth
and the madness of days lived without hours
Till you became a tongue tied afterthought.