Hindsight, Unrequited.
Planets to suns, moths to light, you to me
Eyes blind to each canary warning sign
Hearts fumbling through the hands of gravity.
.
Wade through crepuscular obscurity
To hazed horizons where the fires align
Planets to suns, moths to light, you to me.
.
Enamored, our hell fires seem to be
The blooming embers of the late benign
Hearts fumbling through the hands of gravity.
.
Throughout the throes of curiosity
I traced the burns along your docile spine.
Planets to suns, moths to light, you to me.
.
We’ll take each brazen opportunity
To stroke our thinning plaster on fault lines.
Hearts fumbling though the hands of gravity
.
And in the search for love I can’t define
I’d trade each of your suffering scars for mine.
Planets to suns, moths to light, you to me
Hearts fumbling through the hands of gravity.
