Soft-caressing air against your arm, its chill against your nose,
A hand beneath your chin, sunlight beam bent from sky
Across the dunes and to your face, to set your smile alight.
The tide longs to be near you, and trickles through the rocks.
Winter may change the trees, but ours knows not the clock.
The hand of time so cruel, and callous we not know
As with every moment near you, I feel sun and sand and grass and snow.
But for this moment do I wonder,
What became then of the past,
And so she asks if someone blundered
and I know not beyond the last.
That last time I did see your smile,
and a moment I claimed mine...
I disregard all these rules,
and send out unseen this untamed rhyme.
Currently listening to:
Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo by Rivers Cuomo
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