Episode 54 – The Prom

Out in the light she shines, you know;
for me, the sun’s a killer though.
I watch her face for signs of fire;
when embers burn, I let her go.

Paralyzed, her lungs retire,
leave her with no heart’s desire.
Her eyes, her soul, her thoughts so dark,
no touch, no word, no friend inspire.

From slaughtered dreams they do embark
relinquishing that inner spark
for love has left them in a heap,
not nightingale, but rather lark.

So dance with me, my secrets keep.
Tomorrow, there’s still time to weep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.