Out Of Touch.

The gulls, like shadows, have flown. Emptiness only remains. Our song too seems to have blown away. Vigorous love has been drained. Sun shines but dull on our hour. Yet hope for rebirth still retains power. Life has relinquished our vows. Out of touch wreaks it's own toll. Your gentle lullabies gave me boldness. Send me again sweetened gold. Make me a sensuous song. Write it's liquid words tenderly long. Short-sighted window view wrongs My mind with salty-wet tears Which try to reach you, then dry - nearly.