Dying Love

Thrashing waves pounding against the rocks, the sound of distant seaguls screaching from afar, all seem to know the time is near Distantly the amber glow of a lonely lighthouse seems to be fading further and further out of sight, shadows now make it only visable Fading in and out, I can still feel the numbness which has actually become my only reprive from reality Ever so close now, my love, time is no longer a commodity nor is it even an equation Smoky spaces seem to be more present than the air inwich I breath Even after the seagulls no longer cry, the lighthouse loses its shadow, after the doves now replace the darkness, will I Ever stop loving you.........