Dying Sun #7

Wandering through islands, the seasons all call out your name
Hoping for reasons that never were promised in this game
It’s always the same, always the same
You’re flying but birds are aligned with the railing or the day
And in dying the sun proves to me that it’s coming back your way
It’s always the same, always the same
But this feels like home for the first time in a long time
Share the load of your mind with mine
The ceiling holds patterns, you see they are older than my name
Agreed, dust moves through light in the most enchanting of ways
Never the same, never the same
But this feels like home for the first time in a long time
Share the load of your mind with mine
All I know is how to let it go
Move on as a river flows
I miss you, I’ve lost the strength I knew
And I wonder how, I wonder how to continue
But this feels like home for the first time in a long time
Share the load of your mind with mine