repetitive rythmes romp around
stampeding in my skull sending out sweet sounds
of late night love lost in lust with you
memories mesmerizing my maddening mind
seemingly simple serenades i sung to you so far away
bringing our bond to bear the barometric pressure of 1200 miles
we waited while the love of another wasted and withered into whispers
nevertheless, naive, you nestled back into normality with a name of the past
so i sit solemnly searching for another soul to fly with
to lay around and linger in the limelight of latter days
to sing the songs of sunday specials, sipping on sweet tea
to take me back before the bad news beat me bare and bruised
to see the me, in “we”
 "Shadoknight")