GOD SAVE ME

So he closed his eyes Nothing ever passed beyond his rose-tinted eyelids And ten carillons and ten thousand quills surged forth He cried out in joy

He holds onto the white key The pathway to her heart To a youth foregone, Her rites of passage, Her disillusionment All forever locked away…

À travers un conte de myosotis Lorsque l’âge partit en quête de la vie Et que la dernière trame se révéla

Through a tale of forget-me-nots When age sought out life And the last timeline stood revealed

And I will pray with you, asleep beneath a baptism of fireflies, our eyes drawn toward that soft dark hue Neither you nor I were thinking, Our shoes skipped toward the river’s edge, as though to make certain our childhood hearts still belonged there