I am the blue wind in the grey white sky at dusk, Like the lust that is lost before love sets in... Just like the fading taste lingering on I won't be known once the coffee's done. Once it was bright in my sun lit afternoon Now I am a cold and dimming evening sun. I am the kiss that evanesced in young desires Or whose dream to melt on tender lips Met reality midway to die on a forehead. And the breeze that blows the white petals Of the lovesome daisies into your face. I am the whisper that tells you apologies That the flowers were never meant for you.