The silver slips through your coarsened hands, like water through the damn.
And you see through me, and I see through what I saw...in you.
But still so much stays the same. My soul reaching from the darkness...You once held the light;
Hands grasping at the silent silver, as it glimmers in the strands of luminescence, I fight.
I once shone. Now tarnished I know.
The old woman sings her song, in an unknown tongue.
Words biting my lips as if they were my own.
She dances, much like she did when age was young...
Telling her story...the two hearts come undone.
There never was any music to back her dying love,
Just the tears she wept before...her eyes shift above.
The angel falls heavy on her prey. Wings outstretched, many prayers unsung.
She whisks away with the pain I once heard. Now fading memories, the silence no longer hurts.
And I dance with the woman, and sing her lonely song.
Enraptured by all beauty...silver trails on my tongue...

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