Someone somewhere ...

Somewhere
to be lying awake
while I keep track of
the dreams you weave

Somewhere to be able
to breathe the air that
fast through your sense
you vent

And take it in, every bit
of essence of you
within yourself and all that
you keep that makes
you enigmatic
even in my dismay

To be the listener, if not the
silence in the sound
that draws the love that
you keep

The sound and the beauty
of the pure
The meaning of which
only you and I can be sure

To be the breath
that reassures
and the meaning that
melts down to the core

The magic of the moments
when you're willingly
losing ground

When words fail miserably
and all the esoteric logics
remain unsound

The fear of losing what
you never knew
you had always found

And the sense of comfort
that would soon begin to haunt

Somewhere to be crying
while pain finally runs
down my sleeve

On the shoulder of tempest
in the arches of your grace...
Never questioning
the purpose in this quest
which makes us run

Someone in some world
like the one that you
and I chose to define
lies a feather beckoning
to fly

A gush of wind and
we're away you see,
flying away into the oblivion
driving beyond reason and
insanity

Somewhere these dreams
do run green
someone, somewhere
does keep track of my scream

And count nothing but
those listless ones that run dry

The world I know, the one,
that does exist, at least to me

We haven't named it yet
and so our thoughts
need translation

I haven't seen you yet
so my thoughts need
a little modification..

But if you come along
I'd not chase a mass
rendition

From somewhere far away,
you'd know I'd be reciting the
good old stories and singing
the same songs

The cool shades
of the moon ray dawn
upon our make
someone, somewhere
if listening

Please wake up, this is
our time to make ...