Skyward
Carry me with you,
When you go to the sun,
I’ll paint you a horizon of blood
Smearing across the sky
I’ve heard it said it does no good
To protest for love,
And that stained glass is as divine
As art can get
But no one has ever seen
The way you melt between my fingers,
Or the way I can paint
Light in your eyes when you smile
Like something holy
To pray for,
In the heavens
In the skies
Battle Cry
we are in love
our bloodstained hands intertwined
anchoring us through the storm
our hearts beating like a battle cry
that sounds like our names
as we make love stories
we learned
when we were innocent
look like a tragedy
we are desperately trying not to become
The Moon & Stars
and perhaps
all the stars tie their noose
to the moon
that is how they hang themselves
in the sky
and the moon
wanes
with the weight
of all that loss