the sun's setting,
it's tangerine streaks, and its orange blues,
the silky subtleties that in a moment we lose,
i don't know why they remind me of you.

maybe it's because of my tired soul,
soothed in morning's light it's easy to ignore,
maybe the way it always burns for more.
i don't know why it reminds me of you.

and when i muse,
these private little moments space infused
they seem connected.
lost feelings seem resurrected.
i don't know why they remind me of you.

Shapes and sounds flew by my eyes
like butterflies
when i gazed at my rug.
i felt like a bug
who's only solace was being under the wing
of some crazy man, who decided to bring me along for the ride.
it made me want to hide.

A soft shiver went up my spine
when I woke up with the feeling that time
had no meaning anymore.
I could feel it on the shore
when I saw you dance
with a little sideways glance.
it was then that I'd first felt it.
with a look at you my mind had melted.

Moments of peace
And moments of pain.
Moments where you find yourself alone in the rain.
Little moment after second after minute and hour,
When you try to count them up they always turn sour.