Speak to me in tribal tones
and I will hear you from the top
of my shattered shell
so cold and deep
created for one purpose.
Break down this purpose-set me free
to show me what my life can be.
My heart so hungry, stale and breathless
has awaited your return
from my dreams and all my thoughts
so feverish in their wanting.
Take me from this imprisoned night
so reverencing in it's splendor
The way your eyes shine in this time
so not of mine, or even yours
but somewhere too faraway to see.
I wonder how the song will be sung
a thousand years from now
and I know it will be exactly the same-
perfect, shattered, and all alone, in its singular beauty.
Tell me that you love me.