Untrodden

There comes a time for all of us
to set our unfortunate sails.
Our chance to part with the unrest,
the open trail, the fever's crest.

Will you meet me there
underneath the pallid city lights?
In the rain of Summerland,
over the ashes
Our memories in open hands

My words must levitate
And reverberate through the void
The nails are in, the pressure's there
The music of loss in the air

Thought i saw you in the street
Standing still
Watching me
I would fall down on my knees
I would love to surrender to nothingness
But i'll stay another year
To see if things might change
Remain where you are
My love will protect you always