I waited for you on Monday.
Waited for your call.
Waited for you to say.
I came back to you.

Who is this dreamer I became?
When did I lose grip of the darkness?
When did i stop seeing the truth?
Become blinded by love and passion.

My language has become poetry.
My mind a revolution.
My heart still in your hands.
My body beaten and bruised.

I've no port to go home to.
No nest to rest in. I walk among mortals.
The Sapphire Goddess?
She went back to Olympus.