where my belief, has gone out, of me

risen towards, the skies at night

before the beauty, escapes the light

i know i would, like to look, one last time

at your face, the moments in between

each curl of your hair, the colors of truth

the words that do wear, all that grace

that graces your eyes, tonight

every night, i know, time is running still

slowing down, slowly, coming around

to an end, i know, we must return to

the lives we so desperately try

to escape, as the morning opens, towards the sun

all is knowing, but not believing

that for one gentle moment, all in one

is divided into two, returning you

from me, to the hours of the night

to the seconds of the day, spinning

spinning, out of my hands, the beauty

that speaks, is no more, than a place, but to weep

as the day breaks the night, the light

in my belief, i know, has risen from my sleep

and gone to heaven, where in the end, all

will come, and fall again, on my head

in my heart, somehow, someway

i believe, the spirits in truth, have a way

of tearing us apart, from the dreams we have

in our hearts, nestled deep, within the spaces

of the dark