The Season

Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside

I have this dream I think of it still sometimes

I know it's just the season

I sense no time or reason

The sky falls down; it's evening

The feeling goes; it's leaving

Miles until this desert brings me back to your face

Those eyes you know you know I think of them still sometimes

But you're away in Eden

And I'm still here the heathen

This times for real, we're even

We do this for the season

I cross the sand

without your hand

I go back to

where you and I began

and I was yours

and you were mine

things seem so soon to say goodbye

I hope you're well as I am fine

I keep to myself where I go where I lie

I woke up in a cave

No air no light no shade

when did things turn this way?

I miss you on certain days