Mavericks

I disappear to clear away the night
if you bury what was seven years ago
People move dryly against an old darkened light
We both take the path on a folderol

We both run in dregs and husks
Huntsmen in a city of pins and needles
We'll build castles in the sky
and shoot down ogres in standstills
We'll shoot down ogres from up high

Brazen midnights in overhung roads
Burn our brows over yellowed manuscripts
Bloodshot eyes grace them with souls
We've written histories with a thousand quills

With blood we cried truth
and hurried the world with everything;
Yet the games we played betrayed our youth
No one knew we've begun nothing
No one knew we've nothing to begin

I leapt up blind alleys and
wrote you promises I spurn
to letters of discontent
We all thought it was love you mourned

Our lives are what truths are only the heart tells it to be

Old, aimless memory;
We all aged in a heartbeat
I bloomed beautifully against your somber breath
and when the dust settles we'll finally wilt