So I drove to the end of the land,
while waiting for her call to began.
I sat watching the waves dance to the shore
as the gulls descend onto the sand,
my thoughts turned red into blue
like as if I was begging for more.

The sun hid behind clouds, just
as the Coaster shrilled a warning
of steel and speed hurling and
in the distance the smoke arising;
while the hills kept on burning.

The waiting for early morning before
she let me survive, along with
dipping sushi or surpressing the
love inside...waiting for her
call to began.

Never did she appear, due to fear
of enjoying the warmth in my
lovin or of the deep wanting left
from cold mornings or loveless
motions.

The hills burned out since that morning.
The Coaster still shrills her warnings
of steel and speed hurling...while
sitting on her bed rocking, me
listening to the crash of the ocean...still
waiting for her call to began.