...Now, Now Is Gone

...When can we e'er say that the flames - it is a furnace so brighte?
...does the homeless transient ever know that home is where he is then?
...could you be the stepping stone sinking into the driest of river beds for me?
...should you ever let me down, should I ever be slightly surprised?

...I lighte your cigarette with water and you seemed unsurprised
...I mirror your images and know your best disguise
...noon came and the cloudes filled the skye
...nightes cloak caped me and teares felle from these eyes

...a worn and trodden path is often the least walked they say
...a pocket that fell off of my lifes coat
...held only my hearte