| The Pedestal Words are shadows of shadows. Drifting like autumn clouds in front Of a pale full moon. Stars accenting the immortal heavens. Glowing red, blue, and green. Who will dream me? My love who cuddles with the Grass over my grave? Rubbing her hands through the soil As if it were my hair. Glittering darkness surrounds. Looking up through the water; She is lying on a clear pane of glass. Trying to speak but my mouth fills with water. I�m drowning; I�m choking. I�m falling down through the infinite abyss. She can see herself in my glassy eyes. The soul gazing back, the soul... She sleeps over me, wishing to be next to Rather than above. She never will; it is not possible. I�ve placed her too high and she�ll never fall Like the shadows under a setting sun. |