Long for the sake of a tale, Where dust is scattered Over burned pages. Blossoming a kiss, Opened as the flower Within the velvet Of the watery morn. Her face, did it spill The same ocean we crossed? For her eyes to know What torments to be endured, As vain miles are covered By pulsing vessels. As oceans are concealed With the blood that follows The flood - I have come To reconnect, To relieve a certain distress In mind. Longing for the sake Of a weary tale. A voyage of great endurance To love for once, in her arms. Awaiting the skies to fall Towards the bottommost, Of our unending hearts.