floating away on the tide was a letter home
widowed while he’s been shaping the resting stone
the island of time never knew he was waiting
making it up is their way of creating
fallen asleep on the edge of his eden
buried the case never buried the feelin’
her grave was overgrown
the strangest life she had ever known
and behind it she planned her return
on the storm finding sand
out were the fire burned
he stood on the edge of her mind till she came ashore
laying to rest al the reason of why she’s gone
giving it up when the memory got older
leaving her ghost to the ocean around her
carried away on a wave to her spirit
guiding the stone till the day she was with it

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