Sailing On Dry Land

Searching through the memories lost deep within my heart. Of someone I no longer know that long ago did part. The mornings gathered years of dust. As the future I no longer trust. Embracing tides that washed away. That dust that gathered in the day. Left empty slates to start anew. But emptiness is all that grew. Another page of lost horizons on an empty sea. Where faded hues of daily blues continue inside me. Weathered and forgotten in a voyage all alone. The search for love inside a heart of someone that's unknown. The curtains made of paper lace. Uncertain shades we try to trace. So quick to change in daily light. As we try to win this losing fight. A long goodbye as time moves on. To catch up with a renewed dawn. As Angels guide us to our moors. To help us through these unknown doors.