I chased a burning candle across a velvet sky
as it passed from tip-to-tip
on an endless steel fist;
the cold fingers bowed as if leaning in to touch,
the gentle moving pace
with beats to match my own.
my head was hazy
but my skin knew all the same
of much older days
carefree and filled with wonder
where the leaves once danced and sang
as the sky was moved to tears;
and I remember feeling just the same
the night I met your eyes
(where the words stuck in my throat
paving lanes of silent cries);
you had caught the moon in those eyes
and I could have sworn were I a younger man
it would be the only world I ever knew.
but as the smoky trail simmered
and the familiar crunch reached my ears,
I knew it was time to turn back.
back to that familiar blue
(the one I was now so accustomed to)
where a memory was just that;
just a memory of you.