-prelude to days we drifted

   
ignoring what's forgotten by pierced eyes  
lying down again and again to welcome bitter  
thorns and frostbite, even though seasons end  
never lied about its intention to come and go  
as it pleased, until spirits of past tides washed  
upon our shore, like the Moon had died to  
awaken us in a puddle of ethereal light...  
   
one day, a week, millions of miles, an eternity  
smiling as we unite to mend blurred rainbows  
wading through crimson sky; under the shadow  
of a newborn star we blazed, we drifted upon  
days where all we had to do is remember
our souls were made of fire and ice...

-ed