Do you remember. Those hazy amber days. We were but children. Having the time of our lives. We had no regard, no respect. A floor was a bed. And a bed held the mysteries of life.
I keep old feelings locked. In the room below. Soft kisses. Stained wine glasses. And outside the snow. Broken windows. Wilted flowers. And we stayed happy there for hours.
The sea says. Come with me and whisper. Run with me. And tell me. Why is it you're lonely. . I held your hand. In those years as a child. Soothed all your fevers.
You say, I'm your mystery. Please, don't ever solve me. I won't be a mystery anymore. . Something's holding my breath. Strikes the moment down. Gives me greater heights to reach.
Weary of life you retired from the world. The voice in your soul that cried follow (follow). Told you of treasures of silver and gold. Locked up in an heart that seemed hollow (hollow).