Once upon a time, I loved her with fervor and she loved me.
One tireless love she poured at my feet, actions of unspoken words.
Might she have won me back to my peace?
Now I repulse all love.
A careless wretchedness rules me.
So the days drift by, and I stagger upon the sands.
The shelter of the rocks listens, as I watch waves and seagulls dip.
I am the man without an eager soul.
Alone in the dark many times without light I cling to forgiveness.
Her love a radiant thing, without shadows in her eyes.
I just exist like the sun and sky beside the shore.
My love of life has no heart as it did before.
Gone is my sunny smile, with aspect of light.
I have only the silent hours of the desperate night.
I walk in memory like a sweet dream that sparkled for a time.
I remember a day in winter when a miracle inspired love.
She was the wind I was the blue sky above.
Now leaves whirl with dust in silence.
Day slips into the dark night's sequence.
Once there was magic when we met.
I am under heavy tears beset.
Now when we speak as other folks do.
I cause no passion for you.
I am no longer special for you and I feel so blue.
This is my turnaround a specter of despair.
The summer's warmth is really iciness in the air.
In this place of confusion is where you will find me.
There is no splendor I am listless as the sea.
I am not dead.
I am barely alive.
I can not live.
I only survive