The dessert wind blows from the east today.
Bringing with it the morning sun.
Hoping and thinking for this day to pass until another day.
There is never truly any fun.
Not for me. Being so far away from both of you.
Dreaming of the day when you sleep in my arms again.
My dreams are split in two.
Your bother filling one and the other you. And once more all from the beginning.
Soon this dessert will pass, and we shall once again be together.
With you in my arms. Holding you close.