There used to be magic and science between us,
And when we’d touch
I’d know how stars were made.
Once there was fire
That climbed and coloured,
Bathing all in red and shadows and heat.
I’d carry your fingerprints on me all day,
And smile at the echo of their touch.
I’d understand those who carved letters into trees,
Or trawled fingers through setting concrete,
Or took ink to flesh and stained it there.
Let the world see
Let the world know
The magic we have grown.
We didn’t notice it fade.
And now we huddle by the embers,
And trace those engraved words with older hands,
And we smile softer, like mornings, or sunlight through trees,
And wrap our lives around each other for warmth.
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4.14.04 @ 6:06p
Oh my, but this is a pleasant respite.
Sad, though. Hope this isn't about you.
4.14.04 @ 8:21p
I say this every time I read your work, but damn I wish I had half the talent you do.
4.15.04 @ 12:26p
Isn't that the truth?
4.15.04 @ 3:54p
wow. Just plain, frickin' wow.
4.19.04 @ 3:19a
More in agreeance with the above mentioned comments...
Wow. I really like the ending lines. Keep up the good work.
4.19.04 @ 3:25p
I concur, and sublime is all I can say without defiling it. ;-)