Too many nights

I have rode white horses

Too many nights

I have dreamt next to you.

My dreams have become

A mess of memories

I couldn’t tell what was the truth

But I believe,

In the crystal image

And I believe

In  subconscious visions

Showing me the light

And closing up the black

Pale is the moonlight

And gone is the past.

Too many nights

I have stared into nothing.

Now I am staring into something new

I see reflections, on a sea of blue.

I see the ending

Between me and you.

I sense the ending

I feel it near

The birds fly away

And love disappears.

Love, disappears.

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