Thus I Wrote

I dream I’m not really here,
I’m fading away to my outline
I’m a wave lost in the ocean
I’m only what I’ve left behind

I play a song on an old guitar
I’m trying to find the key
I can find all the right notes
But the door’s still closed to me

Am I losing my grasp
Of all that I hold true?
Or am I shedding old skin
Growing into something new?

I lie awake in the moonlight
I feel the warm summer breeze
Then it’s dark without the moon
But never too dark to see

I think of that hot summer
We had such beauty and power
We laughed, brown from the sun
Was that our finest hour?

I didn’t mind not seeing you
‘Cos I knew you could be found
I’m finding it hard now I know
You’ll never be around

I lie awake in the moonlight
I feel the warm summer breeze
Then it’s dark without the moon
But never too dark to see