With all the clear skies
the golden clouds and indigo seas
the rich soil still swallows a lamenting seed.
And i turned to you to see
if i could grow beside the oaks
hard bark to cover my fading skin
fragile from the burning sun
red from running through the blistering wind
to meet you
before you left.
my boy, you looked at me
as a specter
a foreign geist
and you, my boy
were a silhouette.
My bones melted with each whimper
forgotten as soon as they were spoke
I could not speak, you see
without choking
my boy, you looked at me
but you could not see who i was
and you were so tired
you rested your head on me
and i had no choice
but to let you sleep.
And now the sun does not glow
the snow never felt so cold
the skyline is covered in dust and fog
And to love you is to be alone