I think of you In the late hours of the night… It’s where I find Your eyes shooting across the sky - Your shadow matching mine And Silence becomes Absolute.
I search for you In the eternal waves of time… It’s where I see Your black and white seconds The black moments - And White Becomes Ink.
I long for you In the early hours of dawn… When the lights are low, When memories grow When everything I know It’s colour blind and cold – And you become Another you.