Lost in trying
thoughtful minds collide.
Beneath ourselves
within our skin
new adventure
turning journey
come blend
again.
The weather gets quiet
when you're around
holding echoes of vibe
and time...
(My sound of Skye).
Whereas here
I become
a student of silence
lost, in your eyes.
1, 3, 5, 7 times
hearts explode
attacks in reference
pushing us forward
from days
stolen before.
This is it
we are now
we are the way
life can still
be profound.
A faucet of feeling
left wide open
both blood and blue
faded in waiting
for true colour
to pour through.
You're still a trip
falling sometimes
as I did then
and all the while
writing this.
So smile
you wear it well
cause you got it
got me...
dear friend.
Until the day
we blend
again.
