SideWaves

Which way,

is the SideWaves,

when you long,

for the sweet spirit.

Which way,

is looking back,

as the new moon,

chooses to mystify.

How do you feel,

when the WaltzTime,

comes over you,

like the Tidal Bore.

How do you know,

you love the time,

when you look,

over your shoulder.

Gaze past the what,

has been before you,

until the pressure,

is just all over you.

After the Schottische,

does anything really matter,

after the new moon,

does anything really happen.

After all is said and done,

is it just merely a memory,

passing by behind,

or we’re we really touched.