Sometimes I dream that
I can smell sea air again –
Can taste roses that
Melt like sugar in my mouth
And your kisses
Were never so salty those nights
Naturally, life’s hardly
All we rapture for
And even though love blossoms
From your stars
dribbling down to heaven,
I cannot seem to catch
Them on my tongue –
Searing, they tear through
And dissipate into
Tired, one in the morning tears
Have you heard or Paris,
Or is Equal all you can conjure?
It’s sour, not sweet, how I’m so alone
When you are so together
And so far away.
Liberate the stars tonight –
I’m going home.
Sorry, baby, this eloquent
horizon is beautiful, but passionless.
And I have fleeting thoughts,
but they are overused, overrun
with weary reincarnation.
I can’t seem to wake my
Dreams from their dreary slumber.
Give me another high to
Reimburse myself in
Or I’ll fade away tonight…
Sea-slipping over fake waves,
Into a horizon of nothingness
Which is waiting, eagerly,
to swallow me whole.
