Man In An Emerald Hourglass
You kiss me ablaze with that beautiful mouth
Sing to my skin as you’re traveling south
Hold me and mold me like clay in your hands
Grasp grains of truth as you’re sifting the sands
Your eyes are pure emeralds, are embers that glow
Eyes that are wiser than they dare to show
Can’t you see us together at the end of the world?
Can’t you see our forever, our future unfurled?
They called you the prophet, the prodigal son
Now there’s no one for me if you’re not the one
The salt that I taste, is it sweat? Is it tears?
When I kiss away all your pain and your fears
I felt your heart beating behind that cracked wall
And I heard you pleading far down that black hall
Where rag dolls and rats were our mutual friends
And our love was a love without any end
Can we break free and flee, and finally take flight?
Can I hold you right here for just one more night?
Where the shape of our souls interwoven could be
A butterfly, an hourglass, or infinity.
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