Cut off. The enemy is everywhere.
There is no fight now that could ever get me home.
Right knee planted in the sand,
rifle in left hand,
searching out the canopy;
through eyes no longer mine.
A trace of it, the missing shard;
some detail of a sign.
A fateful state of residence,
a blood contracted bind.
This place is eerie, beautiful;
that resonance abound.
An ironic hallmark;
a product of this path.
The cycle moves to it’s climax,
and all I want is you.
My favourite moment;
sundrenched love that,
kept me pushing forward.
The realisation came to me,
in that last push to dawn.
This record left here in the sand,
that someday they will find.
My love for you, my everything;
the one truth that was mine.
The signal flares and so it’s over,
smiling now, in this last moment;
I’ll see you in time.