skies

Skies 

 

Why won’t you tell me all my senses tell me

Your eyes tell me its true invariably repetitively genuinely

Is it true is it real is it here am I dreaming

When the musics on lyrics beating on my chest and I look in the sky

And I see your eyes but the skies and the sighs and the lies but the ties.

Shaking trees and soft drawn light

a kiss in the dark and coming of night

shifting of skin and healing of scars

myriads of a semblance of us broken by bars

fading strangely by faint and taint

not us no its them

how can we end when we have not yet started

you think why should we be when we have been parted

distance it is land it is length it is not substance

a chance at the real thing is not a matter of destination

a chance at love is a matter of travel

fearful, we may lose what is in our hands now

no

we could be one we confide we love and we die

we all turn to dust there are few you can trust

lets walk up a downward escalator

and toss in shuffling leaves of November

lets roll out of a tunnel and run through traffic 

and kiss in the rain while forgetting the passers by 

you know this is real and so do i

we’re puppets instruments

good, your intentions may be

but you can’t make this so hard on me

out of a hole, climb

you climbed out in my dream where you showed at my doorstep

sure and real ready to abandon our untrackable track

theres a crinkle in the ocean

take us from this gravity that pulls us

we are one in the same I know

but I have to know if I feel that you are me

and I am you, and we could be

but I feel that we are worlds away

less alive than puppets

led by words and thoughts not of our own

only by the years of past that have been sewn

can only be one if no doubt of clouds of skies and goodbyes

of lies and cries and sighs and ties.