I remember the night of ‘star dust’
Though now more like a vivid dream
After everyone was fast asleep,
But we just couldn’t say good night.
Huddled near for the sake of being closer,
Hands tangled tight like tree roots.
And how one day we’ll be dust.
Speaking words that could stand to be closer,
And huddling near is usually just a dream.
Visiting drives turn day to night,
When tired bones lye to sleep.
To pass the time we sleep
buried under blankets like strange roots
shaking up the soil that is night.
Wondering about flight by pixie dust
so we could leave behind these dreams
and soar to be closer.
When finally you are closer,
we fight this battle of sleep
till days and hours seem dreams,
and forgotten go all our ancestors roots,
they’re swept away as dust
into the waning night.
You rest your head on my chest at night
as if head to heart we are closer
like the TV’s layered coats of dust.
Sometimes we give into sleep
while sheets wrap us like roots
subduing us into sultry dreams.
Sometimes you feel like a dream.
A cruel joke played by the night,
but I awake to see our interlaced roots
as we grow together closer
every time we fall asleep
and slowly over the years turn to dust.
I hope you’re with me for the closer.
When the bright light shuts our eyes to sleep,
And we get to soar through air as dust.
