Eve

I wish I could call it yesterday
but tomorrows keep passing
as I struggle to find my way
into the path you're crossing

And if not tomorrow,
it will be the eve again
of my desperate endeavor
to find the whoever
that I'm waiting for
The fruit was so appealing
of lesser lovers lost
when the garden's gates closed
and gave way to my winter's frost

Cast out and wandering
maybe she's just like me
waiting to pass the eve
and break through the morning
to let her love go free

Out of everywhere I've been
wherever she is,
there also is my Eden