The dunes of time have shifted

Weightless memorandum

Reshaping lands and dreamscapes

The ticking of the clocks

 

Willows have shot through ether

Tears like falling bombs

Limbs quickening pressed to flesh

amantes sunt amentes

 

Stars have sighed their final

A panacea for kings

Ebony and ivory

Now slate grey slabs forgotten

 

And through it all

You stood by my side

Like the sun and the moon and the purest night sky

Amantes sunt amentes

You are my sweetest sin