Friday, February 12, 2010

Hobo in the Sunshine

Stop dreaming my dreams
            it’s unsettling me
The way you recede without approaching
The way your details climb into my brain
            and conjure fantasies there
You’re stirring up an empty dust cloud

Time cannot be destroyed
            and time cannot be caressed
So words are shadows of timelessness
And this moment will not be repeated
            or trespassed

So give me a little significance and a chaotic smile
You’re a hobo in the sunshine and I’m your even sleep.

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