Tangle

Like a shot fired from above A hurricane just cleared the air Sent waters crashing at the bridge Terror kept us shaking, but it was something to behold Standing at the gash there in the road It was a perfect place It was meant for me It was magic, but I knew it couldn't last This feeling's familiar, but it's colder than before Sleeping in the hills above our home Was it always this way? Was it choice or fate? Was it motion that was keeping us alive? The breath between us One thousand voices Our tangled branches Blanched in thе sun The slow smothering of a fire Onе limb against another One's a louse, one's a waste Quiet, crushed, invalid Cheeks flushed, tempers brim I'd go on if I could only see your face Begin to lift Begin to breathe