On a dark winter night I met you again,
While waiting for silent dreams to unfold,
We found the words to hang on a string,
You knelt and made promises of gold.
We fought like lovers, discarded memories like friends
Till fate drew swords and made life its prey.
I planned an escape from your confounding ties
You veiled the truth under a jealous sky
The spell cast shadows on twisted stone
Caged tales grew wings that never learned to fly.
You now smell of rain and scattered suns,
Of guilty secrets in crowded trunks.
We share the remains of borrowed time
creating new threads for a forgotten rhyme.