How softly a warm breath on the window
Whispers of ghosts bathed in fire.
Questions deep as night and vast as eternity
Stream down the dirty glass.
Secrets, dark as desire in wet, perfumed smoke
Bleed into the blushing universe.
Only fools speak of yesterday's angels
Bourne away on dancing stars,
Blind to the sacred poetry of time.
Into the Deep
6 years ago