This thread of time, the thinnest hour of the glass. Dripping rings from the fingers, the last hold on the past.
Denuded, the clock unwinds, its seams unfold as life unravels. So afraid it was just a measurement of pain, and that pride and humility..what humanity attempts to conceal..was simply vanity and subterfuge. The distance between a dog and the wolfs....
Wading freely, rapt in the spend of magic, where now only the shallows of the heart flow beneath. Where shadows play..drawn by the careful shape of an eye.
Seeing, where light shines no longer
Beating, the heart which bled asunder
Believing, that love still stirs hidden in a dream. With each scene spun silken and true....
