Later in the evening as the flowers see you grieving
from the way it's gone.
Know that I'm believing in you
hope your hearts not blossoming with bygones
I know this is not just an irrational belief
floats with the logic of the far away.
Sailing on the wind, there's logic in where love begins.
I know this is not just an emotional release
It's a fragment of a bigger piece,
of a picture pulled apart,a masterpiece,a work of art.
Later almost morning see the city start to yawn
and hide it's self away.
Escaping through the throng it takes a bit of you
it's a dawn and here's another day.
I know it feels like a curtain up with no time to rehearse
infact it's a fabric of the universe.
Draping us in summer days abloom and life has to go again...