Cathedral of Shards

A lamp-lit room of dancing dust… The clockwork sparrows in the attic sing. A thread of gold, a memory you bring. A rainy afternoon, a secret tongue we knew. A whisper-game for me and you. Oh, we speak in shattered light! A language born of memory's night! From broken pieces, stained-glass bright, We build a cathedral, wrong and right! This fractured tongue is our one great might! These words are ghosts that drift around your chair. The scent of summer rain upon the air. I know the feeling, but the story disappears. A dandelion seed across the years. My love, I'm fading here. Oh, we speak in shattered light! A language born of memory's night! From broken pieces, stained-glass bright, We build a cathedral, wrong and right! This fractured tongue is our one great might! My hand finds yours, a quiet, steady plea. I see the story lost inside of thee. So I will add a piece I hold so true… Where the moon keeps its letters tied in string for you. For me and you. Oh, we speak in shattered light! A language born of memory's night! From broken pieces, stained-glass bright, We build a cathedral, wrong and right! This fractured tongue is our one great might! The clockwork sparrows… …tied in string… A feeling… …in the attic sing. We sing.