The farmiliar beckons
against the coming of the night
The long road home, a dead end street
Murdered dreams that expectations die.
Ten more times
to hide from the world.
Ten more glances
to pain my thoughts.
Where but you this day
returned to me with such promise.
Refrain my seductions
to tempt such sweet nape
Perhaps pasts undoings now gone
or meant to be erased.
The day anew now fills your place
Perhaps the view includes us