Yazoo

Fate took a freeway to my room
Said to much while he stayed
And left too soon.
Bright on an evening sea,
Washed in with the tide
Deep in each other's dreams
Where all but dreams had died.
Wretched in your thoughts
Gentle hate within the love you brought.
Words fade like flowers shadowed
There beneath your wall
Wind cries from every angle
Dead leaves left to wait for fall.
And in my darkest hour
When I can find no light
My goals are out of sight