we are the outstretched fingers
that seize & hold the wind ..
the strangeness of awakening
is an oh-so-silent world
breathlessly waiting
for the first proud beams of light
as the hours grow longer
& the shadows never fall
my sky has forsaken me
my desperation grows

punish my heaven
we have arrived
at the outermost crossroads
the charge of the cosmos
at our atmospheric skies
will cause our fall
if i had wings, would i be forgiving?

the charge of the cosmos
charging at us from unearthly distance
i challenge the universe
it;s the choice between heaven & hell
as the light sinks through
my outstretched fingers.

music: alexisonfire; pulmonary archery
mood: grande