Bring back the night
Bring back the memories,
Of simple small talk
Boisterous egos
Promulgation's of our truths.

I've already sealed and bound
Those simple talks
In my book of life.
That day,
I risked my sanity.

I threw myself at the amber colored waves.
Where ghosts await my ascension.
And I whispered,
I whispered to you
and was met with flames.
They felt so warm,
Till my lips moved towards yours.

From my own volition,
From yours (so I'd hope).
The inner dialogue is confused:
But I'd rather be confused
With you near.