Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Waiting for the Sun


So tell me, where do dreams sleep?
I want to evade it.
Tell me, who wakes imaginations to reality?
I want to seek an audience.
Tell me, where does the sun rest?
I want to lie there.
Tell me, who gives the moon her job.
I want to have a word with him.

Because these nights are long
And I am running out of songs
These words are meaningless
And I can’t say what I mean

My heart races to escape
The vine traps
The owls that mock me
The sleepless ants
And the cold moon

So tell me, can I find dreams
while I rest in your chest
And wake to the reality
That I no longer have to chase the sun
And that the moon would just be a fixture