Keeper of Dreams

And when I have another dream

I think of you 

I want to tell you, tell you everything

Tell you what warm, distant future tomorrow might bring 

Do you remember?

We dreamed of a room together, far away 

In some ancient college of new knowledge 

A church to nourish our blasphemy 

Dreams are what you make of them, my friend 

I do not give up and I will not give in 

I do not fly like a wasp caught between roses

Our dream is now my dream

And I dream of it for me 

You were never my dream, my friend

This was. 

Kintsukuroi

I am sorry that you fell for
The red lipstick girl
Her tinkling laughter
And swirling silk clothes

But remember
When you were done with her
The lipstick was gone
And her dress was strewn across your floor

Why do I waste my breath talking, my dear?
When one word from a stranger
Can make you doubt a friend
When white words make yellow silence

I am tired, so tired, my friend
Of working so hard for so little
I watch in the shadows
As you, the golden boy
Receive my crown
On a golden platter

Forgive my magpie greed, my love
But I am not interested in baubles
Or your love affair with love

I take what I need to keep it together
Because you will not be here
Come hell and high water

And I must not fall apart.