The aged bones of my dark words
laying at the bottom of the inkwell
now but stains of memories
in the catacombs of my mind
from my obsidian past

As we kiss the new dawn
on love’s new horizon
pulsing in my veins
without the loneliness
softly lay the dew

Echoing in my ear on our sea of love
as stars rain down like snow
on our ottoman’s bed of Aquarius  
from my obsidian past
sliding down our rainbow





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