lost myself

Here is the place where you found me.  Under the

half-moon and it's half-light.  You said, if only I had met

you there that night.  Perhaps we could have found our

way.  I learned something about sadness after that day.  

You showed me insanity, as you promised you would.  

Like an open window, seven storeys high.  And it was 

just as terrible and as beautiful as you and I.  

And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the 

rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand

aquatic stars - and not one single moment before.  And

you were right.  You were right about it all. You took 

me on a trip.