my fantastic love is hidden away
in the confines of time
in the secrets of space
the ashes of morning are weeping from night
funneling downward in mysterious light
the translation of face is held in mine eye
mark of the one who left me behind
i'm being shuffled forward from front and back
pushing me onward but my wits are tangling
antsy, impatient, hesitant to stay, ready to attack
do you like being the shadow man
casting across my thoughts
stopping me for seconds, minutes, hours
being my dreams and ringing my heart ?
triggered the nightmares and remembered the absence
i have kept myself here, waiting and will keep
because what you dont see even as you read
and how pathetic i may seem to your eyes
i can outlast you.