Lines

centuries fold away, certain like waves
never changing shapes of shorelines; calmness
highlighting days gone by; sung within caves
of elevating thoughts: breathing sweetness.
i'd settle myself before the sunset
to glimpse at the sun i have never seen.
days turn cold, nights unreeling stuck on nets
there was only you; oh where have you been
as i search down vast crevices of cold
looking for even words to replace you
hiding in places where my heart was sold
i never realised what i had to do;
if my words soared as high as the heavens
as night reaches me, sunsets at seven.