elysium after death

Trace my cheek with your knuckle, I'll tuck your stray hairs into place

I want to feel your breath warm my palms as my hands cup your face

As you free all of your worries 'til we're two flightless birds

I promise to fasten my soul to every last one of your words

You play with your hair in uncertainty and evening glow

The setting sun softening every shadow

I want to speak but there are prayers I need to preserve

Your eyes go wide and there's a hundred knots in each of my nerves

Can we sneak onto an empty stage

Sit and dangle our legs off the side