Elysian Magnetic Fields - Dirge

The lighthouse shrinks like lace

Twisting shades in velvet breath

Evening wound, sundown grin

Silken sobs, satin screams

Night embrace

As wax and clay paint your face

I behold starving quicksands

As you slip through my hands

Magnetic fields call through

This growing sleep

Where I can’t trail you

Where I can’t beseech

Would I wait until

The bells of morning

Which reveal

The angels of spring

Slumbering birds

Passing over

Cracking domes

And abandoned homes

But do sleepwalkers know

Where they flow

Is there a smile, somehow

But do we know