Infrared

The sacred and the scared align
And call on me to break
The ballerina's spine, my heart has fallen
Where he lands, when he lands

The sound of every word you said
Hit like a wave of infra red
I'd really like to stay
But I've got to go home, alone

Summer came and summer went
While we contrived to re-invent the scene serene
The sound of every word you said
Hit like a wave of infra red, I'd really like to stay

Frosted glass, the window stains your face
And shattered ice becomes kaleidoscopes
Of color, taste and sound
And turns the ground into the liquid of the sea

The liquid friction of the see-saw swaying
Drugged among the shards of splintered snow
To where the ultraviolet rays stain
The whiteness of your skin

Where wheels of white light
Shine and spin towards
The essence of the end
Then re-beginning in slow-motion, slow-motion