As the sun falls to the horizon
And the yellow moon begins her
Climb into the long cold night,
I am silently wishing for the same
Tomorrow that I witnessed today
In the fields of fragrant beauty.
Pushed to the edge of my dreams,
I listen to the thin space between
Each breath and every pulse, always
Carrying the burden of distant love
In a lonely place where infinity exists
In all directions but home.
All of my wounds give a gentle ache
As I find the rhythm that moves the soul
And the strings that stir the heart.
Here in this place of stone history
And sculpted brilliance, my desires
Are forfeit to the truth of touch.
Our rare moments of passion become
Sparks of sharp brilliance upon the canvas
Of an unbroken chain of memories.
Our creations become the dreams that
Can never bridge the divide, leaving
Immortality alone with our wishes.
In the end, we discover the frailty of living
And accept what we see in the mirror.
Our creations are brief, like rain drops
Dancing randomly on keys of a glass piano.
Beautiful and elegant, they give a reprieve
From the pain we possess.