Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

we stole dandelions from the fields
like hard-time criminals
and watched as they melted
in the palms of our hands--

i should have realized it was a
perfect euphemism
for the months to follow.

Time is just a theory
To explain how life goes by
Forever is just a word
Just another human lie

We're spending our lives waiting,
Wandering and lost.
Not knowing where we're going
Afraid of consequence and cost

But what's to fear?
When we're already there

We're trapped in an allusion
Trying to control
But our paths are ever out of reach
The prediction is untold.

So tell me, whats to fear?
When we're already there.