No one else and no one else's
Only the cylindrical sapphire and the girl who carries it
Alone
In pastures of barley and mint leaves
To moan and mourn
To lose and to lust for the forgotten treasures of tomorrow
But that's where I found her
Though she cried for a thousand years I could never see her tears through the damp curtain of my own
Alone
We slept in sin
Separated through passing time by rotting skin and bone
And still we wait and wonder at our muddied misfortune
Together
Until these clouded thoughts blow past