we cast a spell on moonlit skies
an eve past your creation
incense have filled both our eyes
and blurred all our intentions
the breath, the sighs, the long goodbyes
have sought an apparition
to come once more, the distant cries
that sparked our deconstruction
the fingers drum like fireflies
enraptured with attraction
aflame it roars, and soars and flies
without a destination
between the haze, the fire dies
in ash it seeks reclusion
and now we pay the hefty price
three times in its completion.
3.52 PM
July 25, 2014
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