Flint

"I may certainly have a few scars,"
I said, in an almost convicted tone.
What road is this were street lights shatter
When once they flickered?

Couldn't it be believeable again,
That sensation of whispers
In a moment lasting in our eyes
Burning with the lies of daylight.

We tolerate heat in search of fire
As if God put down it's judgement.
From the table, going back to the clouds,
I was saved when we were left together.

I know you're out there, my love.

I can still feel you and dream you.
It makes too much sense,
To abandon such a crazy idea.