Swansong
I always thought that we were meant to be
that the world was made for you and me
that the night would last forever
that the day would never dawn
that we would be together
till we hear our last swansong
Love part 64
(their names were fire and ice)
he was the strangeness and the dark of a dream
the part that consumed all in the fulfilment of his self
the part that only understood what it was
to take, to drink, to burn…
she was the yes and the light of a dream
that her love was so great
it would destroy all in its path
like a glacier that crossed the world
and levelled mountains…
when they made her
they cut her from a piece of white satin
and she wrote the names of those she loved
upon herself and loved them as herself
when they made him
they tore him from a sheet of black
so that nothing could be written
that could change the way he were
(and he wrote her name on his pool of ink
and watched as it faded away
then he did it again
and again and again and again)
(and she wrote his name on her soul of white
and nothing on heaven or earth
could bleach it clean
nothing could mar her hurt)
(and should it rain)
he would blaze and burn and hurl it back
and let his anger destroy all in its reckoning
(no water touched the ground)
little drops of glass
came shattering the sky
that cut skin and rend flesh
and left all torn and open and bleeding
(and day after day)
she brought him closer to her dream
as she brought her dream
closer to him
(and night after night)
he would dream his dream of her
– 020994 05:47
their names were fire and ice
(their names were fire and ice)
he was the strangeness and the dark of a dream
the part that consumes all in the fulfilment of his self
the part that only understood what it was
to take, to drink, to burn…
she was the yes and the light of a dream
the part that embraces all in the fulfilment of her love
like a glacier that crossed the world
and levelled mountains…
when she was made
she was cut from a piece of white satin
and she wrote the name of whom she loved
upon herself and loved him as herself
when he was made
he was shaped from a sheet of black
and nothing on him could be written
that could change the way he was
(and he wrote her name on his pool of ink
and watched as it faded away
so he did it again
and again and again and again)
(and she wrote his name on her soul of white
and nothing on heaven or earth
could bleach it clean
nothing could mar her hurt)
(and then it rained)
and she froze and curled and let
her silence shelter her from the storm
(shelter her from him)
(and then it rained)
and he blazed and burned and let
his anger torch all in its reckoning
(burning even her)
(little drops of glass
came shattering the sky)
and he could not ask for the forgiveness
that she could not give
(without his asking)
(so day after day)
she brought him closer to her dream
as she brought her dream
closer to him
(and night after night)
he would dream his dream of her
(their names were fire and ice)
who could never be together
(who could never be apart)
– 03012k 04:24
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