We've come to that time of day when I ask
the questions I know will be forgotten
and I listen to the syllables of
your discontent as they puddle into
the space we've built between our severed lives.

And I am awestruck that the inertia
of our tired misery has kept us here
while happiness and bliss and every good
thing dances in our vision and softly
whispers its promises of contentment.

Those buds I chose both red and rose
to please your sight whenever you paused,
you held them where the heart's enclosed,
both red and rose those buds I chose.

Those stars I honed are like gemstones,
to end your boredom when you're lone,
to cease your moans, to end your groans,
like gemstones those stars I honed.

Those odes I wrote, when ink once flowed,
to cheer you up when life is slowed,
to lift up souls and take off loads,
those odes I wrote when ink once flowed.

In a single moment, I closed my eyes
thinking of the past that we've left behind

We have come a long way, my dear,
to find our path to each other

We have fought and reconciled,
we've even separated for awhile

And each time we leave, saying "Never again",
Fate will bring us back together again

Even after the years drift us further apart,
moments that we shared never leave our hearts

Our youths are gone ,weary skin cast over old bones,
still we find beauty is not something to mourn

Throw her back. Throw her back, I say.
Cast her body back to the sea.
That child never did a damn thing
'cept bring embarrassment on me.

Pour her ink into that same swell.
Those words were never worth a thing.
Always thrashing against the norm
crying that Afrikaa was king.

Wash the walls of the servant's room
where she laid her head as a child.
Remove the blasphemy from site.
Erase the thoughts of whim gone wild.