Reconstitute

 
I am fog blind in your sunset
Tired pain waiting to find me
Speaking of fear, love and regrets
Tired rain feeding me to me

You are silhouettes burning cold
Sitting between faded colors
Dealing vices in iris gold
Elusive, high on your alter

Unknown touch of affirmations
Your tender claws tattoo my wrists
Tapped into dark restoration
Forgiveness for wanting more than this

Unknown to all the others
Old enough to be free but never whole.