When night is at its longest
And the air lies sharp with frost...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
Where fruit trees bloom beneath the sun,
Nature mingles and love is won...
Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...
Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...
This very moment
is all I ever have for...
I search for a map when love becomes lost
As I'm confused which direction to take...
She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...
I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...
Spicy aroma
my love and I making out...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
Life is like being in the deep,
with barely a breath left...