I am the blue wind in the grey white sky at dusk,
Like the lust that is lost before love sets in...
Just like the fading taste lingering on
I won't be known once the coffee's done.
Once it was bright in my sun lit afternoon
Now I am a cold and dimming evening sun.
I am the kiss that evanesced in young desires
Or whose dream to melt on tender lips
Met reality midway to die on a forehead.
And the breeze that blows the white petals
Of the lovesome daisies into your face.
I am the whisper that tells you apologies
That the flowers were never meant for you.