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We, the wayward, weary wanderers stand wretched in the wine drenched dusk
Our skin is hot and dark like the stones smoothed under the sea’s satin touch
Our eyes are closed, dreaming of the summer sun, and the dreams promise that tomorrow will come
But we stopped believing in promises long ago

We, the tired, tottering tresspassers are tentative as we stumble through a stranger’s storybook
Turning the pages is easier with slender fingers, but ours have become thick and thoughtful
Turning the daylight into dark is not our job, but oh how we wish it was
Then our bleached bones would be full of noon (oh how the evening seems to slip away)

I am glad. I am glad I am not the golden charioteer. I am glad.
Because there is stardust anointing us, our spindly threads have turned silk and silver
And though I hear differently, my wings won’t melt if I fly too close to the moon
The trembling dawn will be on the horizon soon

And I needed to know that because if I didn’t I would still be afraid
As afraid as I was when we were laughing in the midday sun

I am I am I am
young again
though they told me
I never would be