Wither Go Watching

When the final dance is over
I'll be holding up the wall
with these eyes, a thousand candles
years passing down the hall
I see you in your soft gown
wings of eternal lace
in a pirouette never-ending
your fall through the fingers of grace

When the last grave has been filled
I will stand me aside with my spade
bite down through layers of dust
lost civilizations have made
I will kiss your skin through a candle
ashes and blood of your name
with lips of ten thousand lovers
Godforsaken and soon to be slain

When the tide is a weeping of rivers
flames, a face on the sand
I will shed my garment, reveal
at last and for once who I am
Children, awake in the forest
wander a garden of Moon
Sleep, as Earth is your cradle
held in a moment of lune