She wears a halo of ashes. Specter on the wind. Waits on me so patiently. I no longer can pretend. . Sky lies a thousand mile below. Stars shine and the moon is clear.
I think of her in the sunken blue. I think of her. . Living in a plasticine colored dream. The fire below and scenery. She's the rose in my gun. Sweep me up, I'm done.