Touched

Mourning comes upon me here
For all these dreams have faded
I've spent too long within this form
With all my senses jaded
...
Because your flesh is Sun
I touched your face with mine
Felt tears of flight and fun
Cradled there outside of time
...
This rough beast of light
Takes every breath despite
The measuring of night
With the short days of its life
...
Behind this cold museum
Under this persistent rain
I'm waiting in my cardboard ruin
For the show to start again