Light fire in glass-green eyes, pull tight the reins
That limit leaning’s thund’rous flight. review
The bitter mem’ries that speak to our pains
Of love not filled, of bitter impromptu.

In em’ralds lie your eye’s rich memory
Locked up in shudders, gripped by our embrace
As in my mist, our time I only see
Through all of life I’ll see naught but your face

Although in hope, I wander through the days
Without your touch. I still erupt in fear
When faced with knowing you’ve gone different ways
When face with life without your laugh so clear

Our best remains; before this planet ends,
Discard the worst – can’t we still speak as friends?