Come find me at the bottom
of a funeral pyre for the moon
between the hours of death and birth
where we will rearrange the flow of time
and wear eternity on a string around our necks
and we will unlock the forbidden flowers of lust
and paint dreams in the lost colors of impossible love
and find ourselves lost
under the seduction and song
of magic and madness
of the flames
of the funeral pyre
for the moon