I see your footsteps dancing gently among
the weeds of forgetfulness.
I cling to one part of me that isn't real
and all else becomes meaningless.
Reaching into oblivion
I pretend to take your hand
unbound and unworried
if I ever safely land.
Higher and higher
beyond the moon
if not now
then definitely soon
where blackness of the night
turns white
and everywhere you look
there are springs of light
There and then I sit with my Darling
remorse no longer beside me growling
Here and now I prepare for the last attack
yet someone keeps calling
wishing me to come back
I open my eyes.
And there I am
my Darling no longer beside me
sensing fear passing me by so fast
I wish I too could flee
thinking when I'd see you at last.
