Fallen

our fire consumed the jealous gods
the sun rose on a world of two
beneath the moon man, skin hit skin
more love and dreams than stars to view

but that was many crescents past
no god was gonna fuel our flames
I left you for the lonely crowd
returning was my only aim

but there’s no silver in this town
I wander midst the squalid streets
with nothing to send home to you
‘cept tales I’ll spare of my defeats

but I can’t help recall your face
each time I see the studded sky
tonight two lovers spared some change
she kissed his cheek, we walked on by . . .

I wonder if you lie in arms
or if the moon man’s still inclined
to stoke on smoulders burning cold
or if our wishes cast a bind

and I’m as wishful now as then
but wishes take a different hue
when melancholy steals their soul
more sorrows now than there are stars to view