Under the sharp circumstances
He and we clashed under the half moon, contrasting psychedelic rhythms
Contacting a lively harmony throughout the clings of our twanging bass
"Do you think you can tell"
His unlineal, coarse fingertips tracing the corresponding piano chords
A minor to G echoed
"Blue skies from pain"
I've lost myself in his concentration of the mystique '75 melody
A new kind of emotion overcoming me
"We're just two lost souls swimming in fish bowl, year after year"
His orotund, modulated vocalisation spilling into the November air
His voice hoarsed and came to a halt
The whirlpools of his Atlantic eyes meeting mine, his blue - grey hue carries his emotions
However this look, I've never witnessed in our months
"I love you"
In his arms,
I'm finally home.
