Cadence of Her Last Breath

Running for her life
The dark rain from her eyes still falls
Breathtaking butterfly
Chose a dark day to live

Save one breath for me

A Loner longing for
The cadence of her last breath

Why do I miss someone
I never met, with bated breath I lay
Seawinds brought her to me
A butterfly, mere one-day miracle of life
And all the poetry in the world
Finally makes sense to me

Save one death for me

A Loner longing for
The cadence of her last breath

Put to rest all that's not life
Drink for beauty and fill my blank page

Sometimes a dream turns into a dream

A Loner longing for
The cadence of her last breath

-Nightwish

What a fool I am. To love a woman I have never met. To miss a woman I have never laid my eyes on.

Fonce .. you say ... There are many beautiful women here ripe for the picking and their reality can weigh heavy in your palm like a succulent fruit. Close your fingers on this man .. grasp it.

I am not stupid. I know it is a fantasy. But it is a nice place to visit. A nice place to think on when the night is cold and the furs are empty next to me.

I have never hurt her. I have never left a bruise on her cheek or on her heart with a careless deed or a careless word. In her distance she is perfect and pristine. And her words touch me like a Singer's song or a Year Keeper's story.

In my head she never gets too close. Never asks too much. Never pushes me into an uncomfortable place where the darkness comes to my defense and drives her away.

She is missing .. but she is not missing because of me.