faces have changed
from grizzled and broken to
soft as silk
and clean as a sheet
but despite the time
it's always been you
names have changed
from old and weary-tongued to
delicate as snow
and beautiful as the icy meadow
but despite the weather
it's always been you
places have changed
from the rancid hole in the mud
dreary, cold, wet,
to carpet soft as wool
and a roaring fire
a mirror to our souls
but despite the darkness
it's always been you.
from a thousand gleaming blades,
stained with the remains of time and destiny,
from a million icy glares,
a world in danger of shattering
at the slightest word
of a hundred first kisses
the garden filled with roses
the roof of our apartment covered in stars,
and the countless last goodbyes
from tear-stained deathbeds to
endless train lines
the final stop still ahead
no matter how many lives we've lived
as enemies, lovers, friends,
kings and queens, peasants and farmers, heroes and villains,
it's always been you
will you join me,
for another life?