My mind brought back to seascapes invitations Holding on to hopes and momentary glows Lost romance arising in bright projections Going numb undone by fleeting shades of skies Early morning losing track of Augustine ♪ Losing scents of pines Cicada songs fade out Losing sense of time Back along meandering sodden paths Distant songs blurred out by weaving strands of fiction Dreams and memories, can I tell them apart? On the edge, unsteady, trying to put things back together Weakening the essence of it all