The Approaching of Atonement

Fields of gold sway like waves of the ocean
Gentle chimes echo through the air
Their dancing melodies swing with the wind
A unison of wonder from the heavens

Surface level beauty apparent to common eyes
But underneath are my memories
Below the golden breeze
A piece of me remains cold and still

Placed there as a result of my own nеgligence
I caused us all so much griеf
And the guilt consumes me still
I left this place

But you stayed
The further from you I get
The more your face is clouded
I can't see you

And I can't hear your name
I don't want to forget
I don't want you to disappear
I need to return
I need to see you again