We walk
together
to the gate of possibilities
singing
know thyself
know thyself
to the winds

Open eyed
together
before the ashen altar
laying wreathes
burning incense
to the empty longing
of passions past

One stick for romance
one stick for fears
two sticks for hope
and two sticks for tears
as the clouds
rise up
to the heavens

So much need
stands
between our four empty arms
trembling
smoke ascending
in waves
until we crash

Until I turn to you
whispering
am I
your self-fulfilling
prophecy
your sacred error
your forgotten dream

Until you turn to me
whispering
words I will never hear
as we walk away
together
eternally apart
forever at the gate