I’ve search for you for one thousands nights and you appeared to me like a ray of sun when night approached so faint. So I’ve lost you, in the darkness of the distance to far travel. Words of yesterday have no meaning for they were never uttered. I’ve lost you and searched for you like a common man who lives a life of quiet desperation reconstructing time, of hours and minutes lost. If only I’d uttered the phrase which is the scars of the dearly departed. I’ve masquerade my intention once they were clear to me. Now the days are lost like a rose without a vine. To never have known you like I should of is to never have lived. I’ve consumed my thoughts with the moon because it has brought some light to my destitute. Yet no one can replace the sun, whose warmth is yearned for on the whites of nights. Memories forgotten may never be remembered. I have forgotten the sound of music  which you speak, and I am grounded in absolute silence. Do I begin a new approach and speak to you as if we never met? Clearly we’ve never met like the sun and the moon passing by. How can the sun and the moon every meet when they are separated by eternity. My elevated approach thrives as you been gone forever a day from me. To be denied your presence is to be denied true happiness; and so I have been denied life. Calculated and decisive measures have eluded me but still you stand before me like the stars that gaze above. All attempts have failed and so I beckoned a new approached.  I  awaken from slumber having no memories of yesterday.