To walk hand-in-hand with the illusion of one's self.
A ghostly figure assuming the role of watchful protector
I too never left her side.
Childhood sweethearts some may say if only our paths had crossed then.
An innocent smile etches itself across the scorched outline
and in its warmth, a tortured love has greeted...

My mind remains a skeptic
Yet I can't fail to notice that we walk out of time
A subtle contrast in our gait I grow to miss.
The flickering silhouette changes form,
Now, Oliver, pleading with the dying light
Arms outstretched bowl in the grasp
She begs for more time.
Now in darkness, you fade from me
I am lost...


The needle sinks into the calm waters of my flesh.
The ripples sacrifice themselves to the islands that have made a home there.
A broken heart has once again set sail in its boat without a bottom,
I fear it may never leave this place...
The moon has paid tribute donating its pale light to the sands,
only to reveal the scars amongst the grain.
Each one carved from a painful memory
My markings are simply for this, for in the hope that they will one day build your resting place.

I have read your letter and while I find comfort in the ink, I confess this high grants my only wish to dream of you.
I have come to accept that you were never meant for this life,
now you have grown wings and transcended.
In my note, I write my only regret
That I couldn't give you a reason to stay.

As granted by the heavens, the storm approaches.
The waves more fearsome.
The islands are consumed.
You have taken your own and I too will follow.
Dawn breaks...

The needle fall,
The heart slows,
A familiar shadow has drifted ashore...