Silver and Gold
 

 

The winds of time paint me in silver kisses
and golden hope.
Behind me, the barren land stretches into darkness,
and the view before me settles into the dawn.
As I breathe, silhouettes of tomorrow
fall around me like shards of broken glass
like memories of the future.
And the illusions I once carressed become venemous
yearning to penetrate my skin, yet
stricken with dull, disabled fangs.

My laughter blends with my tears
And my heart flies underground.