We used to fly
In our astral space,
Our energies combined,
Soothing my anxiety,
Like a lullaby.
Where did it all go?

See me thru the setting stars,
Past crescent moons
And scarlet silhouettes,
I can no longer
Tell these skies apart.

Darkness gave me a dime
I’d throw it, in Aries’ flames,
To see your face,
One more time.

Anxiety scatters my brain,
Like the salt in the sea,
With images,
Of your emerald green eyes,
Leading me,
To realities,
Of love without rhyme.

While its all clear,
I still have no clue
Where I stand.
I hope my tone of voice
Rings in your head,
As you cross the Atlantic Sea,
As I wave hello,
To memories,
Of your emerald green eyes.