Nothing feels right when one realizes it's been to long
my hands misplace thought and these sheets remain empty
These organs fall apart without her underground love
Our late night crossing of eyes, of legs, of lips
Evening's cut short by my idiocy to choose a vision over her sight
I held back from those gifts for far to long
unwilling to share my war with her beautiful landscape

Drifting in and out of the world for far to long now
I've been listening in on late night orchestra's
The integral sounds accompanying the few stars I can see before my coming sunrise
A weak acquaintance, unable to open the sky with its melody
It barely does the job and I am left with clouded blue across my front

Here, theirs no telling how high I must go to capture  
my favorite sight,
the beauty these cities destroy with their fear of everyone elses dark
How I wish they'd all stop believing what they hear for one evening
Maybe then I could reach that moment in her bed again
Two hands painting one masterpiece
crossing lines
We kept closer than I let anyone be
Sharing what not even my elders know
I held another's memories
I held love and pain

All forgotten now,
I know
I am more than prepared for the next act.

Before the season sends me home
I have to take a moment to absorb my surrounding
Mist filled and salty
The air here is my rejuvenation
I had forgotten the feeling of an open wind, fresh off the coast
able to lift all sorrowful thought from consciousness.
These waves, strong and much larger than the average
As if pressing against my body, attempting to make contact with the soul
Freezing to the bone, yet warmer than this air
My heart breathing each repetitive movement that seems unison for miles
I accept them each, knowing
I am the only companion they've seen for days.

I say a prayer for the waves
and the beach that holds them
I feel they are a gift to us all.
I say a prayer for this world
and the people who watch over it
For they are each to be praised.

Heading home,
A quick thought passes through,
one of the best, and I cannot help but smile to myself
Sunset on a beach with a person I cared for most
The vision is always way to clear
As if I were their again to watch from another's perspective
It is this, my only happy thought
which takes me through the seconds I wish did not exist

I shiver. As I am alone here.
Its fine. I have never been a stranger to that cold.

Finally content with this world. I am home bound for the night.