I swear I saw you in a moon beam.
I'd know your face, I remember
you called to me one time in a dream.
Told me to close my eyes
whenever I needed to see,
for all I needed was inside me.
I close my eyes
and I see you beckoning.
I see that look that makes me weak,
the one that makes my voice squeak
when I am longingly trying to speak.
But I haven't met you yet.
Not in this space.
Time is flipped out of loop
but I know your face.
I've read the script.
This is the bit where we kiss.
but somehow
we don't even know we exist.
I know I know you,
I know you know me,
but it’s in a different place.
An alternate reality.
But then I've seen glimpses,
in the edges, in the weird
fittings and fixtures.
There are fissures in reality.
Cracks in the universe.
I know you alright,
you just seem different
when I'm asleep at night.
You are the heart
I've felt beating in time,
and I'd hold yours tighter
than I'd ever hold onto mine.
You are the wind, the air,
the warmth and the chill
and when rest is needed
you are my sleeping pill.
You are the muse in the dark,
the pull on my heart,
the knock on my door,
the lock of hair on my floor.
I've seen you before,
both here and over there.
Though here you don't see me,
though you will one day, I'm sure,
because time isn't a straight line
and sometimes
it needs to curve around
to get itself aligned.
Thanks for reading
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