Destiny is but a hue of gray
Walking within our shadows
Delicate things we are
Searching for the light

Invitation to a bonfire twilight
Drunken man on the moon, spreading gossip amongst the stars
Play things to the darkness
Choking on swallowed secrets

Unsure of where to stand
This dance upon a clock hand
Between the moments where time is still
An intimate fire for butterflies

Flexible is the soul that is
Skipping rocks on a reflection
Waist deep in murky water
A soul extended

Let's disappear into the heat
All consuming energy
Once the tongue has tasted fire
Open is the heart of could be