The ground drinks deep of midnight rain Worn paths remember every strain A fleeting shape A silent glide Through corridors where fears reside Centaury blooms in the blackened haze Twisting Turning In a fevered daze It drinks the night It sways alone A flower born of the unknown Your breath is frost on the edge of air Lingers like a ghost that isn’t there Eyes that pierce like shards of ice Break apart the fragile device A pull A weight A nameless pull Where empty hands can't ever hold full Centaury blooms in the blackened haze Twisting Turning In a fevered daze It drinks the night It sways alone A flower born of the unknown A sea of thoughts An endless tide They crash Recede They won't abide Between the cracks Between the lines A fragile pulse A haunting sign