Love in Antiquation.

Waiting patiently to bloom
Waiting at the end of this trail
These memories collide with sand
As sea does to shore

We wait here for the world to change
Lest you muster the courage to let go
Step away from the shore
That was once called home
Do you feel it?
The burning in your lungs?
The burgeoning heat of bygone ecstasy
When you do
When it calls
Don’t make a sound.

Hindsight is a ravenous beast, isn’t it?
Perceiving possibilities within possible futures
That never came to fruition
And never will outside daydreams
Yet we still can remember fragments
Of the people we used to be

You looked at me
Like someone remembering
The person they used to be
Your eyes, a constant reminder
That all love ends in blood.

A dream of gold
Entwined in flora
It’s funny how these photons set our eyes alight
Like glimmering suns

A dream of gold
Is a dream we share
Listen to your dreams
For someone is speaking to you.

Within the confines of sleep
A new world emerges
A dream of gold
Is a dream that will come true.

So, for the last time
And for all time
Heed my tongue
Not my body
Forget my name, my face
But not my voice
Ignore that burning in your chest
If ever it remains
And for the sake of all you hold dear

When you hear it,
When you feel it,
When it calls,
Don’t make a sound.




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