these red lights last too long
like dimmed memories eating at my
inner unwielding being
if I could, just this once
touch that which I can't understand
listen to clattering of forgotten missions
and unbroken love would find this place
After this dream I'll return to what seems to slap
a cold wet hand across my face
and I'll see what needs forgiving
what needs the presence of truth
august and whats in between are so far away
I'm just waiting for another day
just give me that one liberty and
maybe something will change.