There is a Heaven, a God to undo.
I will bury their ruins around you.
You will say I am mad when you see me
Feast on the rats they call angels on bended knee.

Something is waiting for lovers like we
Beyond this paradise of light and debris.
The fallen towers and the souls of woe,
On the wind weeping, flutter to and fro—
Their wings unto tearstains buried,
On the air where they are carried
Upon the sights in the lightless eyes
Of the dead awaiting their destinies.

You knew I must die as well,
When upon my blood the sunlight fell…
With ruined flowers held to my breast,
And with rotted leaves, we built a nest
For the nightingales, who may yet sing
To the loneliness, and to the suffering
Of the crowd in crowns of baby’s breath,
Awaiting the bliss of such fragile death.

Ah! The beauty of the tears lures thy dismay,
As thou wouldst beg of me to stay.
But the wind of the Heaven undone
And the wreck of what had been the sun,
My blood must falter, and I must suffer
As it falls. And as I see The Other
Waiting across the Bridge of another shore
I see thee no more…
No more…
No more…

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