Friday, July 23, 2010

Oneironaut

Restless dreaming, summer heat
There was you, your figure
Growing smaller and smaller
As the car drove away, carrying me
Farther and farther away,
Trembling for your presence.
And now, now days feel longer and I,
An empty station, when trains are parked, asleep.
But to you my dear, I make a promise.
This will be the last of days waiting, no smoke
Looking for a home and drifting into us,
Choking our hearts. No silhouettes will dissolve
No eyelids will flutter into the empty distance.
Even though I'm miles away from where you are,
Distance ain't got nothin on us, babe.
I'm the blood in your veins, and so I go along
With you, I float along, whispering,
"Love, we're going home now"
And like summer we will arrive
on our honeysuckle feet, back in our bedroom.

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