It hit me today quite suddenly
That it would never be you
We cling to each other because we need to survive the night of youth
But with daylight fast approaching
Your figure becomes ghostly
And I once again cling to empty echoing words
Bitter sweet lingering touches
A thousand tortured looks
And of course the nothing's left unsaid

He is standing there on the corner of my dreams
His face obscured by the shadows of my yesterday's
But his being is sturdy
His soul rooted to the earth
A tree where I can rest my weary soul
A place to grow and bear my fruit
He waits patiently there for me
While I make love to my ghost
He knows I will need him when the burning sage smoke clears

With every drink of your clear blue eyes
I pray you are him
That when the light touches his face the sun will illuminate your soul with mine
But alas with every kiss upon my cheek I feel you pass through me tearing holes every time you disappear