Images of you

Images of you are splattered all across my brain
Speaking from the paving slabs and crying in the rain
Plastered through the sky with no one to ask of why
All I would like you to know is how you truly glow

Trying to imagine of a place I cannot be
Sitting on a bench with you but no kiss for me
Gliding on a wind whose name is the farthest shore
Hearing you tell me that you don't want me no more

Remembering my guitar or the green bannisters of school
When you were a songbird and I was but a fool
I carried it away because this thing I could not lend
All I know now is that I'm glad we are still friends