Fixed Suns Moons

An unkept memory within our restless lives Undone curtains and an ever wilting sun What you are, is what I have been Our pasts together, a living sin I hide in the open as the tides begin to slip in I have whispered the words of love Waiting for the very minute for a friendship to begin As world fold and the smallest of universes become Tanted and bold, it's the lace of the burhap That slowly is becoming cold The wind whips and the border becomes crisp There is where my memory is old Right under the tange of the fold Thank you so much, I wonder If you knew it was the tin Caught in the tear of where I have been