Stray light of sigh, of freedom
That one day in time.
In the fast pace of dates,
of gold's pressure, we tamed.
Then crash the chaos
- we suddenly care -
causing sequence destroyed.
From that lovely little darling,
A child, a lonely person, a dream,
From what was once not a memory
of an innocent whisp.
An innocent whisp of what life really means.
Attention, your hug, your kisses, your love.
Your bright eyes of clouds, of me,
And the air of exuberance you lived in - for keeps.
All of them went mad, went bad.
Wore 'grave' like a drape of second skin, second face
to tell you :
Come back, come back
remember life out of bulb lights
And back to the sunrise,
we watch on the peaks of December.
Come back, come back,
there's still time to stop in your tracks,
look at your hands that once had been in love.