Dark Riders

Dark Riders

This is the song of the dying hour
And in our sleep we see each other
Riders in the deep
Shadow wings attached to our backs
Where the black night is our love
Find me there in the secret place
In our hands we find shells
In these shells we find a world
Our hearts are hanging now from our chests
We hold them in skeleton hands
Gentle there into the fade
Quiet beyond any escape
Because there is nothing here but us
So we must see into whatever wild
Eyes that are in front of us
Really see into them true and wide
And find the dusty map
And then hope’s key
To find an entire world made with a kiss
But not by full lips
Or a ticklish tongue
But by creation’s breath
That was not so sweet like a god’s