Out for a stroll in the middle of the night.
I follow the light, I follow the light…
I pass a stranger on my way..
Gazes gazing, piercing away, jabbing away, shanks deep in the pale moonlight.
With mixed emotions and mixed intentions, he points the other way.
Caution in his muscles. Caution in his bones.
King of confidence, fool of consequence, I continue on alone.
Walking felt like falling, laughing felt like bawling, walking felt like crawling, rushing felt like stalling.
I didn’t want to go back, a one way ticket on a one way track.
Like that day you jumped in the water, out on a limb, free falling..
And it was just right. And you didn’t want to get out.
Swim infinitely, drown copiously, perpetually, conveniently.
The orchestra plays beautifully. Right around dawn.
And I am lost and drowning in The Sound.
Left to my own devices. The story of my demise is..
“Will I see you soon?”
“I’d like you to make me want to stay forever here behind your door.”
I’m left here spinning in the mire, Oscillating bird on a wire, when it’s curtains, you’re out of things to admire.
I’m falling, falling, falling, falling….
I can hear you sing it to me in my sleep.
Dimelo Luna. Quedate Luna.
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