Watching
You
are watching me, child,
and your
eyes burn our skins.
Scanning
us and all scorching
in downtime casual torching
of
every move that we began.
I sense
each sweating thought
and
feel your combing fingers
through
our joined minds linger
upon hot, detonated red flares
to search out if ever we cared.
Will
you yet walk last long aisle
in
tossed veil, and so careless
do
you take that ring then smile?
I
can feel you’re watching, child.
You
are all hands stretching out
from shadows dark in every doubt.
But
look how far, look how long,
to
set right what was set wrong,
and
it cannot hold. We will shout
love grows cold, it parts, enfolds
both
lost lovers in fables untold,
just storybook pages torn in two
and
I can feel me watching you
spill
blackest ink and growing old.
Do
you yet ride long last mile
in flowing
train, and so careless
do
you kiss that ring then smile?
I
can feel you’re watching, child.
You
are still watching me, child,
but
I’m watching your back:
May I
carry courage you lack
within
me, like hard steel words
knighted with tempered sword,
incanting
magic spells overcast
enchanting lovers' vows to last,
charming futures to never unfurl:
wise
woman become not foolish girl,
light from dark will come to pass.
Must
you strut that last long fret
in garlands
pink, and so careless
do
you toss that ring then still smile?
I
can feel you’re watching, child.
Dylan's Track for WATCHING:
Played by 'Wiplash'
https://soundcloud.com/dylan-byleveld/watching-me/s-5qKbh9kyaYh
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