When the conversation fades, and interest is gone. Island drift farther apart.
Burning down the maze, to get to the point, when new beginnings start.
Eyes aching to examine you. Before to long, the death of the heart.
The weight so heavy. I look to you & feel the beauty of this worlds art
When minds flower blooms, healing open wounds. Guided by the light of the moon.
Don't fear the faun, it has such beauty to gaze upon.
When darkness is lit, I will see it fits, and be happy even in my tomb.
I held such artistry in my hands. I can rest happy after this place is gone.
WHEN
the purifying waters we lay in, love, lust and sin. I see we're swimming before long
We witnessed it all under the sun .The new beginning has began.
