It has often struck me,
The way we live,
So far apart,
Across different times,
And days,
I live halfway in your yesterday,
And halfway in your now.

It has just reached today there,
And that thought makes me smile,
Just a little,
And my smiles are as rare as a purple sky,
I am often mournful when it is tomorrow here first,
Living in your next day,
But despite this distance, we sing.

Our views of perception the same, of us,
Of sadness, of abuse and usage,
Our souls similar, sadness in love,
On an island of rain,
Grey,
We live in each others past,
And half in each others future.

Martin Gaughan
9/10/09