Cayan

Ever wonder about which words were said?
Watch slow moving pictures pass instead.
I disassembled what was mundane.
Looking for what's left and does remain.

I challenge the truth.
I'm fighting illusions.
Come, let's be receptive!
To all the senseless delusions.

Moments that bore the years of youth.
Now a hintless trace of me and you...
Synchronise our words that are sincere.
Articulated in ways hard to hear.

Let us recognise the end.
Seal it from within.

I know love did confound us then.
And there's no one there, all alone again.
Never will I leave before all's been said and done.
And I turn to you: "Can you see the fading sun?"



By: Davy Brown