Let Us Talk of Nothing
The sound of feet
rythms of the river
eyes leeking sleet
a voice I remember
how many times
must I rise
only to fall
how many times
shall a disguise
come as a call
Hold me down
but your hands are not there
Kiss me now
rivers running through your hair
Time's subtle spell weaves
magic through these fingertips
as cold glass replaces
the warmth of your lips
how many times
must I rise
only to fall
the bitterest disguise
is that I was
behind it all