Dust on dust, in a new room, first impressions of the sun
Burnt the skin now are buried. We’ve been staring up too long.
Eyes gone dry. No more tears. Salt and shame upon my tongue.
Dust on dust, drying flowers. We’ve been coming here too long.
Here in the golden mirror
Watch every word you say
Shatter and find a way
To cut like golden days.
Flesh on flesh on the dry earth. Our reflections are the same -
Wearing dust, match the desert. Past is captured as it’s made
In your image, like an actress lying to protect her age.
Dust on lens. Dying flowers. We shall not return again.
Here in the golden mirror
Watch every word you say
Shatter and find a way
To cut like golden days.
Your watching as I fade,
Fading as I’m watching every word I say,
Loving how I fade, wilting like a flower
Knowing that the rain may fall too late.
It can’t revive my dying flowers.
Oh the rain may fall…
Too late. This is our final hour.
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