part from headlights and holy lights

[Steve]

a promise

beneath a high hung string strung broken halo moon, i will build you a shrine of empty wine bottles. each one blessed with the death of a kiss that fell short and dried in tired dreams, too soon to be reduced to shadowy memories only recorded in hope.

[EnigmA]

[danielle]

i agree with enigma......i might just have to go and cry now

[Steve]

when i wrote it, it didn't seem that sad, but know i look back and wonder where my mind was.

[danielle]

drunk, i would suppose. how else can you get empty wine bottles?