I don’t want us to be a comfort inn ending
I want to be your effortless beginning
Your static free vision
For a future
I dream out loud.. silent thoughts
And I yell them through signs
The language is.. more so… A Morse code between our souls.
Compared to all things. You are wonderful.
Even though in a belated fashion
My compassion is the same or greater
It’s 1:42 and I’m missing you
Listening to ta-ku
The jazz like blues
Makes me misty blue.
I just hope you can hear me