I’ve already left you a hundred times in my mind.
And everytime that I leave you, there isn’t much that I find.
Out there in the world, or alone in my room…
except to find that I need you… like the nightsky needs the
moonlight shining…
Thousands of once yearnings… hollow, useless escapades dissolve in suspense
and surrender just to changes the day’s face.
Only to embrace is the breath’s fleeting chance! Where we find we have so much room…
as the sky makes for the moonlight shining…