Within Notes

I used to dream of loss like rhyme. Of what great notion we must define. Truth relies like rise demise and notions of enterprise. Then of shores as time erodes alike, and leaves no questions within insight. So dust we are until we realize, our place in space much more concise. So let my soul depart amongst the tide, and forget the time I let the hurt subside. Bleed within the heart that's mine, and let the tide reside intwine. Sleep forever in this great slumber, and know not what in time to wonder.