Backdropped by your setting midnight sun This blackened tree of gnarled and crooked branches Shorn of starlings nest or buds of leaves to bloom Is but Mother Nature's abandoned child awaiting Proserpina's call As its frayed ropeswing hangs unstirred and unmoved A seat for two carved and formed of connecting crosses One of breathing heart, of hope and purest salvation One of loneliness, despair and decomposing isolation
For time has never seen right to pass our way And I've long since stopped believing in some afterlife Yet with you, i dream to reincarnate another life Where everything is different yet nothing has changed And I will seek you out, I will hunt you down if i must I will choose your beating vibrant heart Encapsulate it forever in that painted yellow sun So connected crosses can dance as one before thy Spring is done