Stand on top of the storm,
Flap your wings
To the butterfly nets over me.

Stand alone in the warmth,
By the edge of your bed.
Looking at photographs of me.

And on the way back home
You'll laugh about the past
And you'll wonder where it's gone
And what you've missed.

Drink the warm summer days
As the minutes pass by.
Watching the line between past and present fade.

Sitting out on the beach.
Where the sea hits the sand.
Drawing the circle from beginning to end.

I've found your photograph.
Pressed between two halfs.
Fading by the day
But I still see you.