Boreal Halo

These fog swept streets run crooked Concrete courtyards without courtiers Abandoned pools and ill-kept gardens Harbor no men nor their ghosts Down corridors in this antique city My breathless voice echoes, lonely Longing for grace in the faded murals But finding the deliverance here malformed Longing for grace in the faded murals The frozen saint offers no convalescence His stare spreads over my skin And cyan glow scatters across the marble Longing for grace in the faded murals But finding the deliverance here malformed All the wasted years take hold of me In the reflection of a dried heart mosaic The warrior-saint stares grieving From the reflection in a dried heart mosaic As I'm cleansed in the cathedral's clear blue water The old man's boreal halo alights the shadows Like endless, haggard and forgotten stars Scattered across the long fled heavens His stare spreads over my skin And cyan glow scatters across the marble Longing for grace in the faded murals But finding the deliverance here malformed All the wasted years take hold of me In the reflection of a dried heart mosaic The warrior-saint stares grieving From the reflection in a dried heart mosaic