Woke from fitfull sleep {ifyoucallitthat}
to see her perfect silhouette
and as clearly as I saw her outine
i thought of you,
lying supine in my bed

Although that is a choice;
you have not come to know
like my westward island
it's a place where you could shore

The clarity of her shape so close and yet there is ocean that divides
some say I couldn't swim to her
but I know it's merely space and
time

and miles are meant for crossing
and time is an idea forged by man
she my westward constant
how I want~ you ~ in my hands