For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

Here I sit outside,
On this violent summer day,
The streets the seem to whisper,
All the stories they could say,
Above me a bee,
It could be from here,
Or rather far away,
But how rare and beautiful a thing it is to see,
So I sit here,
All day.

When the lifetime and the girl
Were gone a long time
The poppy and hail fed the storm
The song never was heard again
The seas are dull and empty

The disappearing air wears me thin
My hair has found it's brush
In the halo of unseen wind
The girl sees me after ten cities and ladies
The seas are lifeless

The amorous water came out
The girl I cared for when we boated
To sail and turn
The birds got tired waving us goodbye too

We were so in love
We might have been in love too young
A song was left unsung
Were ten cities that lay in ruin
And the people crouched in a din
Cruel as can be the seas were unloved

It does not help to be in love
If one cannot help or save you
When you are drowning