It seems so easy just to dwell in the moment. Embracing a thin dream, free of any concept of motion. Oh what a beautiful lie that would be. However perfect this may seem, I don't recall ever having felt the assuring touch of an eternal spring but please believe me when I say that I want this to work out more than anything. Since we've unclenched our fists before thee, invite us in, I'm sorry again, my friend, I come to you with faults to amend, just remember how much I lost by putting myself into your hands. It's been a while and it's warm here as ever and maybe I'll stay a bit longer in hope that (2x) the past will blow over and in our time the heart will find release. Our bodies will forgive us the damage as you have forgiven our deceit.
And with this gift of redemption, these half-dreams cling to me still. Yet with this breath drawn anew, they shall not drain nor restrain me any longer with you.
Regardless of what is to come, a faintest distant whisper has bloomed into the sweetest summer tune. The narrative of the beauty that is and surrounds you.