the same dream

falling from the moonlight
you dance into my dream
and whisper of all the things we shared
that now we never see

we fly through
autumnal trees

leaves fall like
golden
wings

we travel to the end of land
where lies a single rose
you say this is where our love will live,
a place nobody knows

but who will

water

a rose

on the edge
of the world?

it was tended to enough before
the roots remember

it remains alive!

but we won't see it while awake
this rose lives within the night

will I remember of the rose
or only while I sleep?
and did you dream of the same dream,
or is this mine to keep?

and while we were there

And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips
and curly hair.

The moon undressed
and slipped into my room
its soul so bare
its cry so thin
it was seeking union.

It poured into my curly hair
my bed, a golden
throne of light.

And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips,
and curly hair.

A butterfly flew into my room
to carry the moon back into the sky.
you must return, it said, you are what makes the night.

But the moon was resting in my bed
my hair was glowing gold light

while all around was dark.

The butterfly cried
I will take a piece of you
to bring back to the night

and all the other butterflies
jumped into the moon
to take a sip of light.

The butterflies flew into the wind
to light the sky
we call them fireflies!

and through the night
the moon slept in my arms.

but when the sun arose
but when the sun arose
my love had gone
leaving just one curl
now golden

now golden

now golden

into a song

I have turned you

into a song.

and now,

it's

the song

that remains.