Analysis of distant shore

Sometime I wonder,
who your doin.
Who’s the little lie.
who’s hidin’ &
chasin your shadow up wall.
I pity the the eyes
who’s lost in your blue eyes.
and hearing the same lament of all those lost years
in your arms.
I remember streaming sunshine,
across the soft linens,
the feel of all of you
as you emptied me
in the warm afternoon
over and over
untill
the oceans dried
all the birds flew to
sunny distant shores
unknown
damn you