Walking around together,
I hope we walk the same.
Darkness will come,
in this dream and weather.
This city,
Is where I’ll dig my grave.
The breeze and twisters,
falling trees and flowers,
Rolling heaps of dried leaves
and broken brooms and rakes
walk behind me.
I hope we walk the same.
Tag: dream
I thought you would be kinder
I thought you would be kinder.
In my dream, I watched you sleep,
Dreaming of me where I lived;
You watched me dream
of shadows and sounds,
their shapes and matter;
Won’t you wake me up?
If you dreamt of me,
I would spring to my feet
And pinch your shoulders.
I would think of you dreaming
So you would think of me
When I thought of you,
And your thought of me
would tap my shoulders
And send me out,
to wake you up.
But you see that my heart is ghost.
I thought you would be kinder
Yet, my care for you walks alone.