The Funeral Portrait
Shaking Hands
Cough up that medication
Say, “I’m all right today, I’m just fine”
Because a greying face in the sky is turning jealous eyes to what’s behind the sun
Give them their second chances and spend your days just trading glances
Then steady hands will appear to us again
All at once, they rest their eyes when they chose to split the sky in two
One half for me, and one for you too
I fled the enigmatic state to be the author of my fate
You can’t take me anyway
You dig the tunnel, and I’ll hide the soil as we walk between the candles spread out on the floor
My sky is starting to come down, when there’s no one else around
Falling now are pieces of the sky
I can only take so much uncertainty