When you are old
On those not so bright
Setting your sad sunset
Against Gods black and blue vanity
Do not forget
those late nights, brooding,
Standing, with our stiff legs
Touching finding madness in
The method of red and wine and stars.
Burning Love's sad book without
a look back...at the ashes on our faces.
Tore another page into the fire, Another page into the fire,
And there was Ash in your hair and in my hair and I kissed you then,
Another page into the fire.