it's not meant to be a strife, it's not meant to be a struggle uphill

[oh_pioneer]

so if on a cloud
and only there,
we meet again
with the cold cloudy air
if only once,
you remember what was blooming,
and it's just that i'm assuming,
if ours hand did meet,
and embraced we did like gates scraping the concrete,
if i could imply that i want this to be so real,
to amplify the way i feel,
oh the big dark sky,
if i could include only what i'd written down
years ago,
to reply, the reply,
and when you said lunar eclipse,
i'd say i know you are but what am i.

because in your view
the sea behind
in your view, you are blind
cause inside it hid
and i didn't kid
loving in ways
where mother's kiss graves
loving in tides
that break at our sides
back to the sea
where the glaciers survive
frozen in ice
you & i