Portland Cello Project – Please Leave a Light On
Your impossible heart, it’s soft pace.
Strings of your hair don’t fade from my face
when I awake. No more strands of smoke
that fade then flash in crepuscular strokes
before falling in the grains of shade,
behind the bed where beauty was made.
–
I’m no stranger to killing in my dreams.
Fire in my heart and steel in my beams.
image: Jesper Hauge
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