broken thoughts blister as the sun itself beating upon your untouched beds of sand,
your love is not washed away in the sand,
yet after years and years of waiting.. it seems even the lifeless have a tomorrow,
bring the moon to the earth and smash the rocks upon the glass,
may we drink in revelry,
die in breaches of the daybreak,
when the soulless whispers of the day passed reach your beating ears,
may we never part.