Ashe

Morning when she curtains Reveal an infant lay Before the day breaks the Gods with its backbone in the soil Let me reach my fingers Up to touch your face Before words like bricks and mortar Rebuild the structures of the day Let my pure devotion Be refined, in tenants of a face Statues with teeth and collars Turn to angels with rays above their brow When you like thieves and robbers Break through the systems of the now Till the skin is built like Untarnished I am by the sun Still these moments keep moving so fast I can all see them turn to ash Peering out from the Tents we pitched in the woods Hundreds for the occassion Caught fire like you told me their would Still these moments keep moving so fast I can almost see them turn to gold