we are not who we are
and you are not who you are
several moons have come and gone
since that day when we collided
and left holes in our soles
a century of silence seperated us
engulfing us in its chasms
each day saw us fight
you and me, our seperate battles
i patched up my armor with kevlar
and you sheathed yourself
in a wall of indifference
and yet aeons rolled by
but then somewhere down the line
the weight of centuries pushing me down
the shields cracked from side to side
and i was left alone
waiting upon your heart was i
and did i ever know
what you were, and would mean to me
ere the new leaves dropp'd dead
...
full fathom deep i threw my heart
and saw it writhe upon the lakes
the filmy grainy sands of time
bruised, battered, and carmine
and then you come, my old hero
in slightly rusted armour bent
no steed, no sword, for the damsel fine
nothing except a war wounded self
gaping holes and clawed finery
and yet there was a sable stole
and writ on it with words of gold
i wrapt the soot around us both
and went to sleep in your arms
the ruins of time befall us both
and still we plough on together
and if i regret my ruined minstrelsy
i look down, and smile
am i not the mistress of your heart?