i wake up at noon
and see you fly past
the moonlight as it glares
down at me for dreaming
what i'm dreaming
some of the time
i wake up at the south end
where the perfect storms
have taken course
and see you fly through it
like a breeze
i wake up to you
saying my name
as if it means something more
but i don't believe it
the voice never leaves your lips
i find it hard to wake up
every so often
for the same reasons
i begin again
the way it always ends
when the moonlight glares at me
telling me to slow down
i wake up at midnight
to the same world
that ended for me
yesterday morning