In Mourning

Two lovers, we met with the poetry in France
We painted our life on broken glass
Lost in the moment it felt right this time
Beyond the embers of life glowing all around us
It was always there waiting to take me away
Dark and unwelcoming
Out of the blindness my hands freaked again, it's getting harder
Tongue tied and strung out we learned how to pray
Into shapes, safe in my permanent gaze
I can't really speak to you anymore
Her presence melts away the past
Drifting apart like leaves on a stormy sea
Why didn't I get the chance to try
There came the end of all beauty in life
She was meant to be our shelter from the madness
I thought she would make a difference