Moments like these.

I went to water to clarify, such a view can be seen by eye, Yet heart ,oh the heart - how well I miss you, the mountains far besides the sun,

And I felt as if I could fall from the face of the cliff, into a pillow of wildflowers so low begun, we once kept a pocket full for moments like these, The vastness of the ocean, and the breeze,

Yet I stood alone in the moment, catching silent breaths of your absentee, the memories rushing have come to be, that aching tide I waited for, and where I stand alone Amor,

by the stillness of that gaping sore, the one you left as ripening as the twilight falls a flaming red, like fresh cut roses by my bed

To only catch a glimpse of peace, where the waves have settled, and stillness cease Such a love wherever blide At the oceans aching side.