Space is Cold
in the beautiful haze in the dark of the night
his arm bent in ready to recieve mine
taking me on and up into my demise
a grip on my heart and position in my mind
continuously forever locked in his gaze
a new darkness in his heart a revealing of a maze
catching up on the cold and the suns final rays
lost in the park trusting we will return once again
leading into a world that has gone far and astray
from the birth of the first and holiest of days
my sincerest of smiles i let him take me away


