My eyes stare fixed out on the watermarked horizon
out on a setting sun
the ending of a day
the beauty blows dust off a great memory of me and you-
it was by a fire, the light was right, the nite was rite
you sat next to me, a stick in hand, poking at the flame
i wanted to pull you into me, and shield you from the smoke
shield you from all the world and its fury
i wanted to keep you there and be with you
i wanted there to be an 'us'
but at the end of the day, at the end of the nite
it was just a perfect memory
the next morning your soul would rise with the sun
and i was to stay, forever, looking out onto the beauty
that was you....
