Somewhere in between this ocean and mountainside

I have this dream I think of it still sometimes.
I know it's just the season.
I sense no time or reason.
The sky falls down, it's evening.
The feeling goes; it's leaving.

Miles until this desert brings me back to your face.
Those eyes you know, you know I think of them still sometimes.
But you're away in Eden,
and I'm still here the heathen.
This times for real, we're even.
We do this for the season.

I cross the sand
without your hand.
I go back to
where you and I began.
and I was yours,
and you were mine,
things seem so soon to say goodbye.
I hope you're well as I am fine.
I keep to myself where I go where I lie.

I woke up in a cave.
No air no light no shade.
when did things turn this way?
I miss you on certain days.