In twilight when the sky is open wide I close my eyes
and wonder where you've been. I think of you as a
beautiful memory, a deity that perhaps I should preach.
I have been so locked away, cold and restless; my
creativity was snubbed by the hand of a daemon
all the while you, in the background, my savior,
were laying down (as I imagine it) cradling your pen
trying to make the words come. Too distracted are you
that I cannot visualize you beyond this. If you think
it will help at all, my love has been surfaced again
into a part of me that I thought of as dead. How sad
was I, a bird unable to fly. Lonely in my mind – how
I longed for you. Still I sing this song, please come
back to me.