Written for the girl who watches from the red velvet room with gauzy white curtains and dust that floats in still air.


the sun settles silently on the window outside
i hold you close as you wake and feel your rising tide
the dew drops sliding down the glass drip wet with time
we lie under covers in ecstasy dazed subprime

the hours twist by us as braided oleander
your lips whisper but all their words are lavender
church bells toll the day across the fielding plains
plowsmen bow their heads in angelus confess their pains

i lose myself in endless revolution
as you and i partake in evolution
what the melancholic dream does not expose
we will tie in bundles and reave in rows