Taking Things at Face Value

All must end.
Time churns within these
Pools of spinning brilliance,
Like fires burning in our
Hearts so scarlet hued.
I have not known you,
For I have not yet obtained
Your presence.
You and I may yearn on
In endless coexistence,
But without fail do our
Eyes continue to shine.
These melodies repeated
Are the perfect backdrop
To dark abandoned stages.
Stairs left broken, and
The sign reminding us of
Our mortality.