Your still with me after what we have lost
On the verge of darkness the touch of the warm sun so warm
Those rays that mean so much touching us like a light within
The golden orange noons fossilised
Symbolising the love between us
But between our lips the sun warm born painting us
With the colours the red skies so deep
As we search the others eyes meaningful beyond.
But the wounds are too fresh much too fresh
Between the pain the pride can not abide the pain within.
I sense the scent of you as I reach to touch to kiss
But the distances are so far beyond the horizon far
My eyes relentlessly seeking you amongst the crowds
Walking in between those alleys at winter time
The foggy nights those mists soaking through
The street lamps the shops shut
In my mind I visualise seeing you at times
Standing there in dusty clouds
Crossing the rail tracks
Only one thing in our minds
painted love naked or not
The pride like pain within us
...Connie James
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