As I sit upon this island here, and watch this setting sun. Sadness. Sorrow. The purple hue of an ending just begun. The feelings, thoughts, the utter blank. It's so hard to describe. The parting passion. The stilled compassion. The tear within my eye.
Oh, how I wish it wasn't so. I wish there was something I could say. Oh, how I wish that love did grow. To never fade away. The time. The journey. That great love story. I feel I've lost a friend. The one of two, now divided. The split blanket with frayed ends.
And here I sit upon my island, the watcher upon the cliff. I see. I saw. I sense the passing. Of a lover's hieroglyph. And here upon this cliff you'll find me. My ear I do extend. I'm here to listen. For either of you. If you find you need a friend.
