Oceans Apart (average)

Of lust and passion, a tranquil beauty
for the hills and flowers we dance
tomorrow rises and yesterday sinks to our backs,
for no eternal grasp will bring us closer
today i morn

one by one, a step infront of the last
i see see the long corridor
with bright lights a beckoning
this road crawls endlessly and the horizon cries
chin up, my head in the clouds
serene skies guide me by
this will not take forever

And the moon sang to me,
a serenade for the lost, a ballad for the wishful
i wondered afar to its enchanting wane,
dreams of daisies,dancing and open plains
and when the sun wakes to kiss our faces,
we will sigh a sleepy breath to our remaining faith

a poet i am not, 1000 volumes could not begin to picture your beauty
from curve to gesture, only a glimpse i could tell
everyday you awake more angelic than the last
every night you slumber more graceful the the last
and still i dwell on my failure,
to capture your infinite regal

The grass swims lazily
and the wind dances its festival around us
tired and mourning to seasons lost, the ageless oak ushers us closer
me and you on this lonely hill,
hands are one and beauty uncountable
we embrace we cherish
this love takes us to our neverland
where everything is bilssful, surreal
and i can feel your warm desire