Good.

After that I was wrong,
After longing all that fair winter long,
When the unfaithful night came and the rope was secured,
And with such a distant flutter,
Now heard from these windows so clear,
I have become she looking over the past of she!
Wondering why these dull whites do nothing for me,
And if gathering the seeings of the morning come;
Brought about inspiration since gone.
And if this city has a thing left in it for me,
You must lead it to me,
You must put life back in these lips,
Into these fingertips,
For I see not a thing to write of any more,
Not next to the murky green of the waters,
Not near the same old traffic lights on any route I take,
I do not feel better expelling these words,
And not a word worthwhile.
Just faces in dreams, I wish I knew,
And the scent of the sea a few miles over,
I long for it all at my feet!
For suddenly a place means a place again!
And the summer, it can seem sweet again!
For that was my past, it was, skipping summer days,
And breathing in the summer nights,
Down by the sea,
And with a name upon it that I remember,
It's all the sweeter, see.


I found what purpose I had for being this far over,
And so sweet is he!
Such reflection I see in his eyes,
That he will treasure this ocean also,
That he might hold my hand throughout it's draught,
That he is mine!
Such treasure could not be mapped.
And so this city is stale, this city we are in,
And so finished am I, with it,
That the memories are souring,
And I needn't want them to do so,
They've just passed their time,
I waited ten years here and it all came to me,
A vision by the sea.


Oh it isnt' what it used to be,
But a name of a name can be so lovely,
So delicious is a word felt by the sea.
I want it all to pause here now,
So it is savoured and it is perfected,
To continue play by the salt of the sea!
It even makes this room more bearable.


Slowly, I pry open the supposed casket,
And let the life reign that didn't,
The late night drives that were taken for me.
And replace the fear with a homely feel,
That I was settled in a time I was too scared to be so,
And so what if the roads are longer,
And so what if I must aid my mind to drive,
And what of not knowing a soul?
For is knowing so many nobodys here such a difference?


So what if they come?
So what if I am tainted?
At least I may have had a try,
Here's to a month before it all becomes too much,
And the salt calls me back.
Perhaps he can only follow me,
Oh and true emotion I welcome thee!
Reuniting may be the best thing to happen to our stale life.
I must go!
I must find happiness in the sea's earthly glow!

But now, I've a mind of two to consider,
A mind to love and be loved,
Let it come,
Some sort of sweet ending,
For I'd rather be on that end visiting this one,
That on this, missing that end.