Stealth God

by Columbine

Anywhere but crystalgreen so honest that it burns my eyes
Anywhere but in between the snowflake quilt that cradles me
Anytime but when I take the time to put aside the lies
Anything that will not break the ice that makes me safe to be
Mirror, mirror in my hand, your face aflame with circumstance
Far across the sleeping land, beyond the ocean's mystery
Magma blood that daren't flow through heart that cannot help but dance
Golden king whose solar glow casts little light where none can see
Can I find the tongue to speak the language that we both forgot
Build the sense of touch to seek truth older than necessity
Stir a miracle in waves that leap and swirl, but drown us not
In mourning when no courage saves the ones who will not face the sea
I don't want to understand that we are few and far between
You don't want to lend your hand to anyone's impiety
Who can not find their mirrorface in your straightforward crystalgreen
So we succumb to time and space, as sorrowful as we are free

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