I remember places, empty spaces, suggesting sacrifice.
I envisioned faces, in my stasis, eyes of fire and ice.
I felt the ocean, and the motion took me back in time.
I whirled and spun, I lost the sun, I think it was a sign.
Midnight soul kisses.
I saw the Tartar horsemen shake their spears in the camp-fire light.
I knew that our two worlds were going to, at some point, collide.
Midnight soul kisses.
(Your broken arrows on the ground -
I think in time, you'll come around...)
I heard the call, and that was all, no sins will I repent.
You're a crazy lay, in mists of grey, you fed me peppermints.
Midnight soul kisses.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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