With every pulse, my tired mind grows strong
As your eyes absorb my every detail.
My limbs grow weak to hear your silent song
As I lay inside our own fragile veil.

A curtain of darkness surrounds us two.
The ghosts of everyday memories pass,
And yet they dare not invade our thoughts true:
The light from your eyes makes each moment last.

And yet the clock knows no innocence here:
Nature's divines oblivious again.
I feel the end of our time drawing near.
My heart races to sing its words, and then

You're gone once again. My mind slows, it seems.
No one to listen to me but my dreams.