Aftermath - Hundreds

At the dead end of our street

There still are shadows

Of former selves

What I sense in this

I cannot tell

Cause I grew up

The choir of the trees

It moved our feet

Into the green

We sat for days

Amazed and horrified

Of being alive

Oh my bony friend

Did you count the days

Since our last escape

For one day

Yearning badly for

Independency

And the aftermath

Was veiled in blue

In your mother’s house

What she offered us

Was a potion of

Her unfeelingness

In this golden light

I will wait for you

In this golden light

Broke the spell for you

In this golden light

I will wait for you

In this golden light

Broke the spell for you

When dawn appeared

We cut our hands

Left a secret sign

To blaze our trails

Echos of your voice

Follow me around

Since you turned away

My lovely

In this golden light

I will wait for you

In this golden light

Broke the spell for you

In this golden light

I will wait for you

My lovely