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Drunken on Our Love
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Patrick I read his words and see his vision
and it troubles me how he feels
that he knows my soul.
For I am and have always been
the mysterious one.
The one who stood Alone.
The expert of standing in the shadows
I'd accepted who I was
And accepted who I'd never be.
One day, walking the beach, someone noticed me
and saw in me himself
as if we were lovers from the past
reborn to start anew together.
In me, he saw love. And in him, I saw forever.
Yet uneasy and frightfull still.
Love was a boat which had sailed from my shore
far too long ago for me to remember the meaning
Strangely hurt and open-wounded
he found me on that beach
in the state I'd been for years
Somehow he had changed
the path I chose to take
Amazing me, he did something
that I'd given up on trying.
So Now I have a friend
who believes in my insanity
and sees something there I don't.
I will follow him into darkness
and we will come out in the morning dawn as one person.
So Now he is my lover.
He kisses me sweetly as he shows me the way home
off this beach of seafelt tears: he has brought me home
to a place I've never been
We will put the past behind us
and journey towards the stars
lost
but drunken on our love.
