In my dreams
I stumble
wake, to tell my trouble
your presence of shyness
detected in silence
the room vast
air stale
energy weightless
even colors seem pale

My loneliness called
like a fog horn at dusk
your tender touch answered
encompassed with lust

wearing promising lenses
of visions to come
I molded the outcome
this time, didn't run

for what? the purpose
lay dark on the ground
but skepticism fades
with your spirit around

escape with me now
through trees of our youth
bathe in my passion
your scars will be smoothed

long after departure
lie skin bare in the dirt
your eyes will feel heavy
let me sing you alert

if the torture of life
wets your soul with soft tears
remember your promise
and my soul will be near