"Indifferent Wander"

lobb152

Born pure white, our bodies collide.
Left in silence; retreat, retreat.
Words upon muted glass, away the shame still.
Forever now the rock must not yield.

Remember us, when we were both born pure as white.
With the grief suffer the sadness, heal
Beautiful angels, a fall from grace.
Backward still, these wanderers of the streets.

The twilight is close yet too far too reach.