rocking and rolling
across the rocky shores
of my conscious mind,
I slam against the stones
that guard the sands of time.
each grain beholds an image,
a memory lost in space,
an old and weary page
written in upper-case.
.
[WAKE]
[UP]
[YOU'RE]
[ONLY]
[DREAMING]
.
I dream of death
I dream of pain
I dream of stinging,
stabbing rain--
I dream of skies
I dream of blue
I dream of your face
and the ever-present
warmth of
you.
.
[WAKE]
[UP]
[YOU'RE]
[ONLY]
[DREAMING]
.
my bed feels like
a tomb
so I guess that makes
your body a coffin,
and though I quit smoking
I'm always still coughing.
.
[WAKE]
[UP]
[YOU'RE]
[ONLY]
[DREAMING]
.
I think I'm sick and
not quite right
when I roam these empty
rooms at night.
what is it that
I'm always in search of;
is it happiness,
warmth,
or is it--
.
[WAKE]
[UP]
[YOU'RE]
[ONLY]
[DREAMING]
.
I've never been in love.
I've been asleep,
though,
been lost in the channels of
faceless static and
gray and formless rain
coming down on me
and burning with
intense pain.
.
[WAKE]
[UP]
[YOU'RE]
[ONLY]
[DREAMING]
.
the sky's not blue
and there isn't
there won't be
there never was
you.
.
[HOW]
[DO]
[I]
[WAKE]
[UP]
.