In the bed of reason
laid my head aloft
too far in the sky
the pendulum too soft

the secondary bang
the chime that comes too soon
somehow now too woolen
it's sways  now too mute

A distance grew between
my hands and my chest
resting my fingers now
upon a foreign nest

Think of something beautiful!
It'll sooth the pain
of all the places I wandered
your face lights again

Endings are made up
no such thing exists
move but one more thought
and the burning love persists