09 February 2010

Dream Angst

The dreams are so complex
translations of the music
on repeat,
each morning
how can i erase
the scents of you from the inside of my mind,
held in a place that knows not time?
i woke alone
busy in dreams
busy entertaining the faces that i never get to see
I take it in as i step out of the sleep
on to the streets of noise and grime
Vibrating my hair vibrating my arms
wanting to grab all things
hold it for keeps
in this dream my fingers are melting
in this life my fingers are clenching
trying to hold these dreams that make reality
alive like me. right now. here.