~Missing~

This kiss is for the lost,

missing in the light

Leaving a torch pushed by God,

your thunder contemplates your heart

Two tears of glimmering fire,

slide into a cracking spirit

And the conclusions are forever,

through the glance of the intruder

A crossing combination of faith,

is forgiving in these unforgiving days

And you slip into the controversial plot,

behind a dull mask in a dark immense space......

In this time you can see purity astray,

consumed off the color of your stories

you believe the furious passion on edge,

beside the innocent dreams that are past due......

and missing.....missing.....missing.......

~Bones~

©1995

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