I’ve seen you in the morning
With your hair spilled on the floor
Drinking drops of sunrise
Seeping through the door
Staring at the ceiling
With satin in your gaze
Dreaming of tomorrow’s
Amber yesterdays
Last night you said something
About the Hoover Dam
And running with the clouds out west
Beside the ghost of Gram
You always were a dreamer
The dark romantic kind
But it takes one to know one
So don’t leave me behind
When you tame the wild ponies
Along the windy coast
High above the breakers
Evermore to boast
Of albatross wayfarers
And gypsy lullabies
Peeking through the sunset’s
Smiling bloodshot eyes
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I’ve seen you in the morning
With your hair spilled on the floor
Drinking drops of sunrise
Seeping through the door
Staring at the ceiling
With satin in your gaze
Dreaming of tomorrow’s
Amber yesterdays
Last night you said something
About the Hoover Dam
And running with the clouds out west
Beside the ghost of Gram
You always were a dreamer
The dark romantic kind
But it takes one to know one
So don’t leave me behind
When you tame the wild ponies
Along the windy coast
High above the breakers
Evermore to boast
Of albatross wayfarers
And gypsy lullabies
Peeking through the sunset’s
Smiling bloodshot eyes
Request permission to use this poem