When I do sometime imagine,
where my world seems to wish to land,
how it is I have become the man I am today,
I wonder in the privacy of my way.
I ask myself in the quiet of a night rain,
is it me that is seeking cover from the pain,
do I ignore the needs of others,
or am I simply trying to avoid the fear of hers.
I listen to the beauty of our soft harmony,
a kiss, lips so soft I am in my own agony,
to imagine ever letting go of her sweet beauty,
I am the foolishness of my own lack of duty.
I have this yearn while watching the sky turn gray,
I do want you in my arms, her I mean, my dismay
in knowing I have been the light minded fool
of nostalgic certainty, the waving tides do cool.
A certain passion could describe the love we share,
when out of a quiet night we find we are where
we both wish to be, in arms, an unbridled love affair,
for that is the truth of our reality, someone might swear.
But I do love her, he says to himself, quite alone,
always alone again, knowing she had never known.