Hourglass to umbra
The time spent in shadows
So light and heartfelt
Wine in the bloodstream
Not meant for us we fumble the stars and words hallow
Pray we might leave well
Supple torn supplied seam
It would seem that the sand is running low
The ground dug out just below
And tired eyes shutter, blue veins carry the cold
Hands come together to capture the soul
And I giveth all my heart
For a fortnight I lie awake
As these seams are torn apart
And my heart you’d not take
My blood, bones and sinew
Mind, body and sin we knew
To sacrifice all for you
I pray once more, lonely
If only
To speak to voiceless bodies
© The Sad Owl
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