Hills about as you keep on
And miles apart, lo you'll live long.
Serene is not without silence sometimes
And again I wonder if I was wrong.

Touches of softness to make me second guess.
Litheness to warrant the silk in that ethereal dress.
You are slowly fading, at the expense of my joy.
I fear that I may have expected sensuality and joy.

I forget the moments as I make you into stone.
Maybe it wasn't us, but the distance of our homes.
I am pure ambition, give me tastes of trees.
You are like a nightingale, caught up in the breeze.
What I'd give for you again, call me uncertainty.
But you in touch beside me, might quell my  withering.

I say echoes but they are dying breaths
You are ever soulful, and I am but a wreck.

I've seen things in these days, our battles were nothing.