Deux Jours, Toujours

The elevator takes the blushing bride
On a sinful summer day
The buckled floor the mirror cracked
Can there be no other way?

The thoughts that follow every move
The eyes that watch intently
The slender limbs that once were loved
Are now the fantasies of many

Her steps lead to the sacred room
The dog waits patiently
The afternoon is quickly past
Is this really breaking free?

Skidding across the angry bay
The water ice and thunder
The cracks grow wide beneath the feet
Knowledge rips the mind asunder

A time that had no meaning
An act that did not last
The first time changed the future
But the second one killed the past