Growing tired of longing for your cause, a just cause
You & your scent, forever lingering somewhere in space
Still, thoughts of you, the harbinger of hope, cross my face
Fill my thoughts & cloud my skies, a moment to us, for us, alone
Together we triumph battles in tone, the shadow of Rome has grown
When grave mistakes & raging wakes subside & collide, we will fly
Like an extraterrestrial, sentient beings seek the non-biological
The non-logical, un-chronological & find themselves among a path nautical
