You Are Not There When I Look

The wind blows my hair – a soft fragrance, the sparrows fly o'er yonder brook,
but as far as my eyes can see over this vast depressing sea,
you are not there when I look.
I wait for the dawn to portray this, an illusion I bring on myself,
but as far as my eyes can behold over this vast expanse of deceitful gold,
you are not what my heart felt.

To wonder is to know that there could be.
I wonder and still I'm not free.

My hope soars beyond these dark caverns, regardless of what some might think,
but as far as my eyes can conclude through the sting of such an alarming mood,
this ship is still destined to sink.
In troubled times I am without you, shoved aside when I needed you most,
but as far as my eyes can conceive it is you who has needed me,
I linger on the thought, so morose.

To see is to know that there's something.
That something was not meant to be.

The target this journey is want to pursue
old friendships, new lifetimes,
some stubborn, bold hearts...

To lose is to realize you had it.
I lost it, whatever I had.