Twenty one and Miles untravelled
Cancellations detain us
US customs locked us
across the water
drown your mother
in the fears we face.
This sterile place,
in quarentine is all
because your eyes are green
but now all that we
can do is bleed for
all the gaurds to watch and see.
I wish the sea
would swallow
me and if you'd
sleep I'd be your
dream. Water
doesn't let me scream
this is not part of
the plot/end scene.
My eyes can't stream
under fallen leaves
but you won't let me go.
The end brings on the
snow and lines across
your shadow shows:
these burning spheres
beg, plead
GO! GO!
The depths are
DEATH; your lover's
last breath!
I've got to take some
time away...
One day.
But try and try
I will to stay
f o r e v e r.