harrycane287
Wellknown Ace
We are not merely flesh that meets in night,
Nor transient shadows chasing after lease;
We are the burning of a ancient light,
The sudden storm that anchors into peace.
Your soul met mine before the world had names,
In some forgotten dialect of fire,
Where stars collapse and recreate their flames,
And wild devotion purifies desire.
Nor transient shadows chasing after lease;
We are the burning of a ancient light,
The sudden storm that anchors into peace.
Your soul met mine before the world had names,
In some forgotten dialect of fire,
Where stars collapse and recreate their flames,
And wild devotion purifies desire.
