I live in two very different cities
one of quiet reflection of days gone by,
and one of hope for those yet to come…
I live in two very different cities…
one of the refreshing and nourishing rains,
and one of the soul searching glorious sun…
I live in two very different cities
One from before you came back to my life,
and the other of after you took your leave…
The backdrop has come to light,
and so the story begins;
our curiousity it will incite,
and the characters we will fill in…
It starts out with a rough sketch,
all the lines ragged at first;
soon they are indelibly etched,
and all of the scenes well-rehearsed…
These eager fingers tremble with promise
as they strive to form a picture that’s true;
inspired by the words and the myths,
which sprang forth from the deep recesses within you…
The sun sinks low in the western sky,
majestic trees are afire;
in every breath hello and goodbye,
no matter what we may desire…
Salmon tinged waves crash the shore,
from the open azure sea;
one could never ask for any more,
than your sublime company…
Couples sit on logs abandoned on the beach,
waiting for the magic of the setting sun;
suspended time will no longer reach,
aspirations that are on the run…
You leave me mute,
Though my tongue is never unsure…
You elevate me
When my feet are fused to the ground;
If you I should touch
I would instantly combust,
Into ash and into dust….
Your smile electrifies every inch of my skin,
And turns my nerve ending to cinders;
Your eyes see right through this thunderous din…
And my dissolved resolve is the tinder…
And descend
And descend
And descend
I float on the most peaceful of bliss…
To never forget a night such as this…
The playwrights sat in upon my dreams;
And the performers aced all of the scenes…
Not a detail was missed,
Nor a line dropped;
Mysterious dewy mist,
Can never be topped.
Simply nirvana…
