I lay half awake under the sun
With my hand reaching for the phone
As I wait for a moment
Wondering where you are

I am waiting for your call
Every minute, my hand reaches for you
But you are not here
You exist only as a memory

Long hours blur into days
I am searching for a way to you
You are never there
You are only here in my mind

The feeling lingers as I finally wake up
My dreams of you and I
Melting into nothing
I only hold on to this longing
The loneliness of your presence
To be in love with you

I can hear you over the humming of the engine
and the shrill of your laugh consumes me
My days end with fears welling in my eyes
But something within you feels right

Darlings and lullabies are in my head
They aren't for anyone but you
The words never leave my lips
I want to say things will be alright
But it's late
The moment has passed
before we say good night

Some days I want to come home with you
But I never want to go home
when I'm with you

I'm always waiting for the day
But it's past midnight
And we say good bye
I go home without you
I wake up and you're nowhere in sight

You have a certain magnetism
I can't define it
I see your north and it's pointing
at my direction

I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days
my heart is a stranger

I write songs to lull me to sleep
I envy the words that keep me sane
Hearing your heart beating to my voice
was all I wanted
not until yesterday

I have never been this close to you
not until yesterday you are all I want
I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days

my heart is a stranger
my head is in a daze
it's raining while you're away
it's raining every day

How can I miss you but I haven't met you yet
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet

I've seen your eyes through glass lenses
I want to reach you but you're away
Gone for hours, I could hear it all dissolve
Into your world
But I haven't met you yet

You said your best wishes
I can feel your desire
I can only pretend to hold you
as if you're nearby
But I haven't met you yet
So I say my goodbyes

I miss you
as if you're away
I miss the feeling of wanting to stay

THE MOMENT**

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

We aren't,
after all,
objects
you fit into
the shape of your
wants and needs or
whatever kind of life
you lead us
and you turn me
like a marvel
like a caveman
discovering
this light
and then you switch

I am not the type
I am not the end of the game
I am not the comfort

You seek.

My dear old friend
who wants to come home
to find new old things
to come home to

You will find that home is within you

When you need a hand,
a warmth,
an embrace,
the dusk will settle in on us
we will find
comfort,
loving,
kindness,
and we will find
there will be no need
to come
find each other

The dust settles as I lay
my head
on the pillow
I remember
and tomorrow
I forget.