Waiting for the Sun

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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