Zombies

If time were a memory

I'd have the cognition

Streaming down my back

Ticking moving gears

Ready to be bent

And molded out of fear

I have a suspicion

I'm reaching for you

And finding air

Like a floating dream

Instead of my most precious

Memory

But you reach too

If time were a messaging

I'd sing it to gold

With fitted wings

ready to fold

If the air is too cold

Too cold

My fingers are warm

Underneath my blaze

Your eyes

Don't match the end times

They're burning like coal

When the people with charred

Little nubs

Have terrible crowns of light

And I kiss your mouth

Like it's been open

For a while now

I'd take you home

I'd take your sorrow

I'd take your gladness

And reach to the ten fold

I would take you home

Lay you down

And take you were the streets

Run old

Where the zombies of our time

Are left behind