This place at the edge of the world Where everything is ancient And in between the mortar and the pigeon waste Little dreams flourish and then flounder And I want to fade This hunger that tugs at my belly Concave and still screaming for peace In between the marrow and bone Little loves take wing and collapse And I want to fade I want to fade to the color of this London morning Disappear into a landscape of despair I want to fade into the vantage point long distant Disappear in a desperate instant But when you said “Could we kiss?” And petals came into spread In a heart wilted and dead. And I want to fade… © 2007 eveghost
