Brought To The Water

Where has my passion gone? 
Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? 
Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? 
Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. 
I saw in your face that we're the same when we began again. 
A multiverse of fuchsia and violet surrenders to blackness now. 
My world closes its eyes to sex and laughter