This is your sign to let go.
You've broken the cassette from too many listens.
Your soul grows weary from all the sadness.
Same song, rewind and play, rewind and play.

It was the in-between.
The moments where we rode together home with no words.
It was just the ride.
The evening beacons (streetlights) guided us home.  
Our bikes we like cars to us.
Taken us to unknown places.

It was the in-between.
The moments we drove together into the night.
Leaving the evening beacons (streetlights) behind.
Ventured into the unknown of the dark with headlights leading the way.
Music carried on conversations about fell on black days and interstate love songs.
Some sang about the crashes of lightning and being far behind.
Our car was like a spaceship to us.
Taken us further into unknown places.

It was the in-between.
The moments where you would come down and just visit.
Under the evening beacons (streetlights) we conversed about it all.
Words took us past the farthest reaches of the unknown and further inward.
It's a forever expanse.
Music was there still. Bluetooth into some speaker.
We revisit the sites of our reached destinations.
Our visits were like a time machine to us.  
Taken us to any point in time we desire.

Under the glow.
Into the subterranean.
Into the labyrinth of mushrooms.
Bioluminescent lights show me the way.  

Unable to see the sky.
I walk among the finger woods.
The lurking begins.
The watching of something in the grass beyond.

The lost ones found me.
They never went missing.
They have always been down here.
Where the world becomes bigger.

I decide to stay.
I become lost.
And found I belong.
Into the small songs below.

The light always seems to reflect off your eyes just right for me.
The angles and refraction create a color and aura the peers into my soul.
I hate it.
I love it.
Its then you waltz into my dreams.
No permission needed.
Your just there.
Doing the same thing.
Peering into my soul.
Only this time you and I dance in the dream living room we are in.
I have never held you b4.
But now your arms were wrapped around me and mine around you.  
You gave me the softest kiss on the neck.
Which only intensified the ambient haze this dream was.
You rest your head on my chest as we danced under the incandescent light bulb on the dream ceiling.
No shadows.
No outside light.
I don't even think there were no windows or doors.
It faded away when I woke up.  
Now just traces of memory remain.

The light chasm.
All the way down the endless pit.
It had been here all along.

After all the stars were consumed.
The universe was the endless pit.
The all dark consumed all light that sparked and shined.
All light that glowed and illuminated.

I traversed the endless dark wilderness.
With nothing but hope.
And in doing so I left behind newborn stars in my wake.
Expanding the universe behind me.

It was never a chasm of light.
It was me.
My travels were creating a newborn light.
It's why I could never reach the light.
I was the light.