I long for the slow comforts of a dull love
quite late night old movies
driving nowhere under the crescent moon
just to listen to the radio and sing off tune
and just beating the sunrise home
falling asleep as hearts and breaths sync
and eyes share the same old dreams over and over again
eating cereal for breakfast at 6pm
and raiding the 24 hour truck stop at a quater to 3 in the morning
to search for the sweets from our treasured childhood memories
not keeping track of time to visit nostalgia lane and future hopes
laughing at our misery and crying from the joy of dreams fulfilled
sitting still with fingers entwined and palms kissing
smiling like lunatics for no reason or ryhme
hearing I love you with no one making a sound
and years flashing past while hearts beat slow and steady
and nothing changes as nothing stays the same
bodies growing older and souls getting younger
and everday love reminds us
that a life of small moments
and little things
add up to every lasting years
of slow comforts