Setting sun, waking hours
Breaking fast, mid-day forwards
Awake past midnight to greet the sunrise
Wee hours unnoticed, darkness outside’s disguised
The words never stop coming
Towards love though unnerving
Holding hands in the air
Blown kisses everywhere
Togetherness like this is unbearable
Wounds from distance and time are curable.
To embrace the feeling though unproven
To accept truths that are sometimes hidden
Secrets under the sun setting and rising
Beneath is almost rotting.
The sweet scent of the lavender
Almost close to the smell of that cadaver.
Should the cat stop sniffing?
Should the bird stop flying?
Should she stop believing?
To the broken cd he just sent yesterday?
The cover looked sweet.
The song says