The Beyondness of things... just a walk in the shadows,
down the small hours, in the dead of the night.
The Beyondness of things... that might be... but just could not be;
just out of reaching, and just out of sight.

The Beyondness of touch... The Beyondness of whispers;
Beyondness of holding you safe, in my arms;
Beyondness of sharing the laughter and sadness;
Beyondness of breathlessly, tasting your charms.

The Beyondness of watching a Sunset together...
Beyondness of hopes, and of dreams, we could share;
Beyondness of seeing you on a spring morning,
the soft sunshine pale and serene, in your hair.

The Beyondness of feeling your head on my shoulder,
Beyondness of tasting your lips, softly sweet...
Beyondness of breathing your perfume, beside me.
safe, and caressed by your gentle heartbeat.

The Beyondness of things... each one... just an illusion;
each illusion... an echo, of what might have been.
The Beyondness of things... just a ghost in the ether,
a soft requiem for those sweet, fragile dreams.

The Beyondness of things... with no end... no beginning;
a hauntingly beautiful, sad Rhapsody;
unfinished... the promise not spoilt by an ending;
still hinting perhaps, of things that, yet... might be.

The Beyondness of things... fleeting shadows of fantasy,
close-held; but, quite out of reach... to my eyes.
The Beyondness of things, soft misleading my heart;
please... just let me dream those sweet, little white lies.

The Beyondness of things... a small echo of conscience;
Watchtower of the Vanities; whispering, it seems.
The Beyondness of things... softly voiceless, that tells me
you cannot expect all the things, you would dream.

The Beyondness of things... just a shadowy echo;
regret for the losing of things, yet unknown.
A whispering breeze in the meadows of heartbreak...
The Beyondness of things...where such hope dies, alone.

The Beyondness of things... just a walk in the shadows,
down the small hours in the dead of the night.
The Beyondness of things... just the heart-thoughts, that fade
into nothingness; lost in the soft, morning light.