Send me night with all her haunting rain,
Where memories burn and wild Winters sway,
Give me ghosts to keep my torn heart safe,
Give your dreams from which I cannot wake.


Then talk to me as though we could touch,
If we had loved by as little, then we lost as much,
We were everything, we were not ever enough,
No, don't talk to me, it still hurts so much.


So if, by chance you should hear my name,
Know I've known your eyes, I share their shame,
We don't want to go, or we don't want to stay,
Where the memory burns, and old scars remain.


Heaped on our hearts, we prayed silent years,
Proud as we stand- We are courage and tears,
Sunshine with sad eyes, when the bruised skies have cleared,
There will be no memory to hurt you here.


Will we cry when we cannot feel the rain?
To harbour the ache without a name,
You and I are lovely, and long, long the same,
We're the ghosts that cannot be saved.



Penned by my hand on the 5th of Slyphian, in the year 139 MA.