All to soon
in a land of dreams
we grow like a tree
running through street
to a city edge
fine a path to walk through
come to a canals edge
pick up the winds of time
move to a distant shore
of sand of gold
lay on a beach
get a sore head
feel dizzy for the rest of the day
and at night rub on cream
as our skins give off
a strange green glow
feel hot
even thought we are not
if you dream this tonight
write me
on a postcard
state'in wish
you where here
instead of me
no I don't.

drifting to places of the heart
echo like you remember in your past
of love and all the softer things
but just behind the shadows fall into dust
and at
you wake up.

There are 6 billion people
in the world.  
6 billion ******* people.

Of those, there is at least
one for you.

Maybe you'll meet in a
quaint, coffee shop or
your favorite book store.

No matter what, there is
someone out there,
looking for you.

just like you are
looking for them.