Late at night

Sometimes it shines
sometimes is shadows
and then sometimes truth is all that matters
when you touch the sand, the softness of a hand
There's something on your mind
and all that matter is when you feel alive

gone with the wind words may go
living a dream it wont let go
so take me with you
with a look of need
with sense of time
with a piece of space
in another time
in another age

Want to follow along
in places with no roads
in songs to be sang
with the rhythm of your eyes
where redundant memories
tell something written on a piece
kept by a resilient scent
of someone’s memory
of someone’s days