When darkness falls and the mist, rolls, in,
my thoughts become so clouded.
The dusk of days gone and past pull me
into a love crazed, haze.
Blinded by words not uttered,
love not told, in that moment of separation,
For life rolls on as the mist comes and goes.
It always will, you’ll never be,
more then a drifting thought of the
morning sun. I couldn’t ask,
I couldn’t take, I can only hope
I made the choice that’s right for you.
As darkness falls and the thoughts roll in
I close my eyes and travel the years
to the tender touch and arms wrapped tight
to a lioness kiss and blushing cheeks,
back to that moment,
that every soul seeks.