Paradise walking, tremors in a suitcase waiting, unattended outside your locked doors.
Preachers talking, pathways in the nighttime fading, silence mirrored in your crimson floors.
Creatures gaping, twilight in the trees and burns and pleas and seeing separate pieces Crying on your starlit sandy beaches as the night collapses, dawn surpasses pillows made of ashes Sunlight burns your broken body hiding in the sand and jagged lashes pictures fastened memories fashioned
Soap cleanses broken lenses Wounds heal and people deal.