Language and Distance

sweet torment travels from within.
glory travels under disguise
metals melt like crumbling courage
travelers drink from cities
mourners sing hymns and seek rhythm.
the ashes are red memories burned.
we are dust, light, miracles and fluid.
when time awakes, dawn finds a place.
there won’t be ashes, fear and torment.
sweet delight, sweet charm, sweet pain.

Leon x LARDO