peaches

Ever-changing state of mind
I wandered off in space and time
Didn't get to say goodbye
We'll see each other soon

Do you dream of peach-pink skies?
Blue glass waves into the night
Pleasure is a bright sunrise
Are you looking at it too?

Home feels like a cold red wine
Comforting but not quite right
Memories of another life
I'll be changed, and so will you

But we'll get by.