You will know I can't stay here

I belong to the shadows of  night

Your kisses are so sweet but your embrase I can't keep

I belong to the dark side of the street

I can see the moon in your eyes
My heart aches for your loving sighs

But I can't stay here or
I will be undone

I can't be your year after year

The clouds race by your window calling out and telling me it's time to go

As I slip your head from my chest
I ease out and get dressed
Leaving you asleep on the pillow

You will know I couldn't stay here
For I belong to the shadows of night

in my dreams,
(dreams that run through my blood)
you surface. there’s
no light, no lies but
only truth and us
our lives bare
in the dark
as the thread tangles
as I pass and you pass by
as our eyes meet at the point
where love is nothing (can’t be anything)
and
you see something deeper
behind those eyes. I see nothing.
in dreams, dreams
that run through my blood (iron
hiding in my blood)

there’s no waking up
only us and the truth
that unravels as we
pass. a moment of
touch that shatters
my shadow
in the dark.

in dreams
(dreams that run in my blood)
you surface. and wreck my insides
with a look.
till there’s no reality
no illusions
only us and truths.
not love. (never love)
only truth that
lies bare
so hollow
so full
we can’t look
away. only
deeper.

(into nothing.)
(into everything.)

into your eyes.
into my eyes.

into the distorted reflection
that surfaces on my
blood that drips,
bleeds from fresh scars.

in dreams,
dreams that run in my blood
(I drowned and you surfaced).

in dreams,
dreams that run in my blood

I drowned (I woke up).

I dreamed dreams I could never share
They haunted me more than I ever said
When I tried to share them here anyway
Often my mind was neither pink nor square
Yet, I decided not to fight, rest nor care

She was my classic first love,
a 60's Gidget, cute as a button
big dimples and ribbons
in her hair. Charming and
the life of every party.
When she was happy her
whole face reflected it,
especially her smiling
iridescent green eyes.

Together we shared most of
our firsts, talked of the future
and beyond, but like all sweet
dreams, real life intervened.

Many years have passed, yet
strong memories remain and
every once in a while within
a vivid dream of deep slumber,
she and I are again sixteen,
enchanted and in first love.

Waking is always an unwanted
intrusion.