What a dream it is
Loving you
Your tender touch
Opened me up
Like the boundless skyline

What a nightmare it is
Missing you
An impending storm
The air an uneasy feeling
The longing for release

What a reality
Seeing you again
The storm that takes over my body
Lifting me off the ground
Like Dorothy, i found a fantasy land.

You make the dawn break
My love
You feel like the family beach house
Warm summer breezes at 4:00am
I hope you find the same peace in my dear
I miss you

The 4:00am air smells clear
Fresh like your kisses
It makes me think of home
When Nova Amor comes on
And we watch cars fly by us
The dawn will break soon
And you will need to sneak home
But right now
I live in a dream.

I love the little brick cottage
The one you held my hand to show me
In the middle of the woods
How you stared into my eyes
Promising me we’d move in one day

I love the broken stove
The one you apologized for
When we moved in as teenagers
Without a penny to our name
But we spend our days  exploring the woods

I love the wallpaper
The gross yellow you’d always laugh at
How you say you hated it but never took down
Because it makes me laugh
When you wrinkle your nose at it.

this girl puts the air in my lungs
Into little jars she collects
My fragile heart
Devoted to her like a fool
The sound of angels accompany her steps
The storm will clear up
My dear
And then you’ll love me again

Your lips a plump red
The field of poppies like your personality
The sun beams on our faces
As we grin understandably
I wonder when i will be this happy ever again

Under the strum up lights
The gazebo is our little sanctuary
Little Italy has never felt so romantic
Your soft hands on my long hair
I wonder when ill see a beauty this stunning again

The morning that came was peaceful
The smell of fresh lavender
Morning lights hit the window in technicolor
Your eyes are a dark swirl rich French chocolate
I indulge myself in all your sweetest

I wonder if you think of this too
When you see me

I could let it hurt me
And i did
Lost in your innocent blue eyes

I could drown in your stories
Of raging seas
How you yearn for something that wasn’t me

I knew you’d leave
No harbor was your home
But hope is a poor sinner’s burden.