Later in the evening as the flowers see you grieving from the way it's gone. Know that I'm believing in you hope your hearts not blossoming with bygones I know this is not just an irrational belief floats with the logic of the far away. Sailing on the wind, there's logic in where love begins. I know this is not just an emotional release It's a fragment of a bigger piece, of a picture pulled apart,a masterpiece,a work of art. Later almost morning see the city start to yawn and hide it's self away. Escaping through the throng it takes a bit of you it's a dawn and here's another day. I know it feels like a curtain up with no time to rehearse infact it's a fabric of the universe. Draping us in summer days abloom and life has to go again...