An eye in my mind is what I call home.
The tone in me temperance is condoned.
Subtle is this lullaby in which you cry
so I sit and I cry the same in this life.
Where I find comfort and I love her
comes to peak in this vessel cheek stir.
Slippery kisses in night cup of whisps
fall on evening trips to quip of this.
Shall I pour out onto empty trays ways
I find myself in the day inside her haze?
Nevermind and nevermore will I adore
this pursuit a foot evermore I move for.
In my bones I see this trip in this haze,
the trip I made many miles in just days.
So I’m going to make a simple take on.
I’m going to dream awake until dawn.