It seems I must spend this day, just like any other day,
full of wishes, imagined kisses, as the hours waste away.
I feel the coolness on empty arms with no one to warm, within a lonely storm, .
I face the sunrise behind the clouds, over a deep blue sea, throwing out kisses into the wind, blown cold back to me again…Moist and lonely.
I laugh in hollow echos of what I thought might be… just a wonderful you and me secretly I long for conclusion, inclusion in seclusion with you.
I wander early, unable to sleep, upon the shore. Through the early morning fog blanketing my soul I stroll. Muffling my heartbeat, drawing me toward the end of day it lingers and lingers dripping down my cheeks disguised as tears, down my chest as pain, and off my fingertips as rain, but it is comforting for I feel you. I can see your shape in the rolling mist and your eyes smiling as your lips form a kiss that lingers, though cold, up on my hungry cheeks. It is my sacrifice, as though to the gods. I offer my loneliness to the windless mist, to be lifted. Soon the sun will shine and the world shall once again be distracting but today, in the early morning mist with the sound of the waves caressing my soul the world is mine alone… with youack to me again…Moist and lonely.
