Late at night

To me it seems that life has just begun

Little of what's here will prevail along the road

The friends, the love, the rhythms and the sea

It'll all be gone as if it was just a whim.

Hazel eyes still look dearly at me
Maybe tomorrow they'll be gone
In a month, a year; maybe a lifetime will pass

There's no way to know.

Hidden fixations lie within
The words, the smell of that tree,
The taste of smoke and the tears
They may never be seen.

The mourning yawns over the hills

Night has left me broken and defeated

Wounds will heal as this day goes by

They'll open up again when it's time.