Your lies are bright and beautiful
My truth is dark and lonely
Each day is touched and tainted
By the things we both see

The threads are gold and black
Upon this space-time loom
I wear your burning sun
You feel my frozen moon

Trapped in the art
of a kidnapped heart
are the broken mirror images
of a world torn apart

Like stained glass in the frame
above this solid and stoic pane
Left for generations to explore
In the sunlight and the driving rain

We stand on the axis
as the whole world spins
and behold the carousel
From the places within

And the music sings out
while the drums march on
until the tide subsides
and this day is done