X) Who Are You

You are secret scribbles on coloured card,
And forgotten names in dusty halls.
You are the life that runs through golden field,
And furtive fumblings in the darkness.

You are the passion of a thousand lovers,
And the pain of their parting.
You are the lost soul in the city of death.
You are the pounding of my heart,
And the aching of my limbs.

You are the tears that splash on the pavement of life;
A woman wailing for her daemon lover.
You are the pricking of my thumbs,
And the burning of my flesh.
You are the whisper of a baby's breath,
And the weeping of her mother.

You are the last bus, the last cigarette,
The last kiss before the dawn.
You are the sun and the moon,
And the countless stars.

You are the past, the present and the future,
And I have always known you.