Later in the evening as the flowers see you grieving   from the way it's gone.   Know that I'm believing in you   hope your hearts not blossoming with bygones      I know this is not just an irrational belief   floats with the logic of the far away.   Sailing on the wind, there's logic in where love begins.   I know this is not just an emotional release   It's a fragment of a bigger piece,   of a picture pulled apart,a masterpiece,a work of art.      Later almost morning see the city start to yawn   and hide it's self away.   Escaping through the throng it takes a bit of you   it's a dawn and here's another day.      I know it feels like a curtain up with no time to rehearse   infact it's a fabric of the universe.   Draping us in summer days abloom and life has to go again...