Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
I tire
Of your embrace
Its cold fingers
A brand against
My skin
Look,look at how
Scarred of you I've
Become-too late
To see the lines
Have broken
I will follow
The path laid out
Patterned in white
Latticework drawn
Crudely
Memories leave
A track, though time
Wears down what you've
Engraved within me
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
I tire
Of your embrace
Its cold fingers
A brand against
My skin
Look,look at how
Scarred of you I've
Become-too late
To see the lines
Have broken
I will follow
The path laid out
Patterned in white
Latticework drawn
Crudely
Memories leave
A track, though time
Wears down what you've
Engraved within me
I found you
at true west,
your hair tucked back
beneath your collar.
I had strong hands -
lean fingers
that splayed their mirth
across your collar bone.
I could almost wear you
inside out
like shearling,
a small animal
warm and curling
underneath the forest floor.
I am always late you said,
pulling out a cigarette
like you expected
an answer;
but all I could do
was stare out
at the sun
chewing my lip
and wondering
if you remembered
my name.