From Dusk

Saw the moon drop setting everything afloat
Shooting boulders, red as when your lips are cold
Empty oceans, your laughter echoes in the abyss
Stolen, your voice is stolen from the abyss
I feel stolen from the abyss

Sudden movement as red tides begin to run
Liberated from the pointing of its gun
Empty rivers grand as mountains touching skies
Under moonlight and the absence lights the dusk
They have learned to own that absence

Your words are the stars
Every movement is a thread, an anchor
Your words are the moon
Shreds of chords with unsown ground and fields
Your words are the sun
Every breath embraces empty spaces
Your words are the clouds
Absent minds fleeing feet and wings

Your words are the stars
Every movement is a thread, an anchor
Your words are the moon
Every breath embraces empty spaces
Your words are the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Christine Elisabeth Owman
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