Subtle Future Rearranging

The child is grown The dream is gone

Echolyn - (Speaking in) Lampblack There’s a sound of a million voices right beside a window view. And the pulse of the static drumming slips down past, unaware. But she remembers the moon tonight, when everything turns around all right. There was something she wanted to say... In the trails of the lampblack burning is just smoke that stains the walls. And she recalls the breaking of patterns and the spells that once were real and held so true. Everything comes around at once again. There’s something she wanted to say. I would hold our sacred moments dear to my heart, close to me. I would keep you in my morning if I’m lost and fail to see. If we fall where words are stranded, I would reach for only you. And shout across the fear we’re holding to pull you back to me again. Hear me call. Hey Love, let the summer invade you and open every doorway to your heart. Hey Love, let every season embrace you. Just look around and see everything is blended as one. You speak to me across our living time where words hang on and on. They hold me still, in the moonlit charge. You hold me still. Unspoken words, too late to be heard. Out of touch and blurred. Out of time and place. Time has no name and regret has no meaning. We’ve said what we should have. We’ve seen what we could have but we’ve heard so late. Too Late. @shesliketheweather

Intense eyes slowly closing Distant days of light return Brown hair whips from strong winds blowing The fires of our love once again burn Stand beside me, don’t let me go The pull of your breathy voice leaves me cold Don’t walk away, my dear, the shackles won’t be closed Only as trapped as you want to be, so break the hold I open my eyes and feel you near again I take one breath; a familiar scent pulls me in I reach out to feel all I’d thought I’d lost Reality dissipates like warmth to Winter’s frost Stand beside me, you’re all I’ve got My face awash with tears, which you’ve wrought Now as you turn away, the hopelessness sets in Your transient grace has faded now As you leave my life again

Words are blunt instruments Words are sawn-off shotguns