And Love flows through the air.
In the air is the sweet smell of clover.
The wind blows through your hair.
The light shines on your face.
The rise of the Midnight Sun comes into view.
He stands there with a blank stare.
As he slowly whispers the words that you do not want to hear.
Your eyes grow hot as the tears well up and start to fall.
As love dies in the Midnight Sun.
You look at him but cannot talk.
Gone are the words that you knew so well.
The tears pour out on the dirt.
You look away as he turns around.
As love dies a lonely death in the Midnight Sun.
Your heart pounds and you want to call out.
Still you stand without the words to say.
In the heartbeat, the smallest moment in time,
Your love walks away.
And love dies a terrible death in the Midnight Sun.
Where will you go now?
How will you go on?
Will you ever feel the same?
Can the hurt go away?
Or does love die its last death in the Midnight Sun.
You walk away, tears falling from you cheeks.
Thoughts of days gone by fill your head.
You stop and look up at the sky.
Only to see your love die in the Midnight Sun
June 29, 2010